Maverick Hunter: Eternally Into the Breach

[Eshkigal]

Early on a cool spring morning, three reploids look around three different divisions, appreciating the elegance of their postings, their new home sprawled out across the horizon as far as you can see, Hunter Command standing tall in the morning light, the glimmering pinpricks of millions of lights behind you as Geneva sits behind you. It's awe inspiring in it's way, knowing that this is where man and machine come together for mutual protection, even as the collective forces on base begin their morning routines.

It's amazing how fast a day can change from pleasant to a nightmare.

Dante Vonder had just gotten halfway across the campgrounds, appreciating his new home, when the klaxons began to blare. Rushing towards the building, he finds himself in the wrong division, First Advance scrambling to meet in a large room for a quick debrief even as he wills his armor to unfold from his backpack mounting, covering him as he runs, changing from a human looking man to the phoenix looking Inferno, his eyes going dark even as the armor's eyes activate, his body feeling larger, sturdier as he links up. Standing to attention, he reports to the CO of the division, Striker Cobra, as a 14th Recruit who was reporting in on the apparent disaster. With a nod, Striker points to his division ranks and tells you to form in, next to a girl who looks like she's trying to become a gunboat, a mushroom, a bat, a moose, another antlered animal, a few other human forms, and a centaur covered in spikes. With that, the debriefing begins, a screen turning on to show a city in flames behind Striker Cobra. He told you all that the city of Vienna was under assault. Turning on a screen, you see a city aflame, a colossal fortress sitting in the sky as thousands of airships shot into the city, as well as a notable ground presence. Forces from several divisions, including your own, were going to be sent out to face this threat, this Skyjammer assaulting Vienna. He points to a few of his force, notably fliers, telling them that they were to guard the base in case this was a feint, and that the rest of you were to head to the parade field where a mass teleporter would send you out to war.

At the top of the spire in the Second Recon, Electro Ocelot had just gotten to the office of her CO, Longshot Koala, sitting in front of him somewhat nervous as she wondered about what her first hunt would be like, the reploid sniper before her slowly chewing on the end of a grass stalk as he looks through files detailing everything about her as she can't help but occasionally appreciate her superior officer's view from the top of the tower. The look of grim acceptance constantly on his face said a good bit about him, every look up seeming to be to weigh if you would last more than a day, a week, a year. Just as he first opens his mouth, though, the klaxons begin, Longshot letting the grass stalk fall out of his mouth as he gets the report. Forces scramble as he moves, you scrambling along to keep pace with the small Hunter, his mutters and issuing of orders leading you to see the entire Recon force on base before you. Fellow officers including a marmoset, a stork, a guppy, and three human forms that looked like upgraded Steel berets in front of a platoon of Berets and Lanceteamers, he told you all that the city of Vienna was under assault. Turning on a screen, you see a city aflame, a colossal fortress sitting in the sky as thousands of airships shot into the city, as well as a notable ground presence. Then the command: Second Recon had been told to stay back, that they were too important to risk. However, volunteers would be allowed to head out. You had been one of them to volunteer, which got you an appraising nod, alongside the Berets-Kilroy, Jennifer, and Morris, who walk with you to the beamin pad, your force to meet up with Fourth Overland to help with logistics, one way or another, apparently under their Major Seven. Your compatriots note that he is kind of an ass, and that yes that is his name, but he does his job.

At ground level, Hailstorm Snowfox had just saluted his commander, Accel Orca, when the call to war began. Dragged along in the wake of your CO, you find yourself among people with a whole lot more guns than you have ever seen, even the Beret forces carrying missile launchers, mortars, and grenade launchers over the more conventional buster rifle, one tossed a pack to you, that upon inspection was full of detonation packs. Then Orca addressed his force, telling you all that the city of Vienna was under assault. Turning on a screen, you see a city aflame, a colossal fortress sitting in the sky as thousands of airships shot into the city, as well as a notable ground presence. Pointing to a few flyboys, he tells them to guard the base, and that the rest of you were to join him in sending these bastards to hell in swathes. You'd be going in behind the Fourth when they secured a beamin site, then show these bastards what real guns felt like. Demolitions were to coordinate with the Fourth's Logistics expert, Major Seven, to either fortify said beamin site against ground forces or take out key enemy positions and cut off supply lines by dropping buildings on them.

The first into the warzone was Dante, and it was both terrifying and amazing. Terrifying as he smelled blood and smoke in the air, civilian screams flooding the city even above the sounds of missiles impacting across the city, but amazing in how streamlined his adoptive force was, the Berets forming up as Striker literally tore an armored maverick division apart faster than you could even respond, the mushroom-apparently called Shieldspin Mushroom, getting split off from the division in a mall rigged into a trap as the rest of you tore into the enemy whenever you found them. By the time you link with the Fourth, your hands are slick with the oil of Maverick soldiers, civilians cowering among the Berets as you watch the sidelines, moreso when they take an airport with attached museum to fortify and funnel the rescued into. You are the first to report to Major Seven, not being part of the First, and are given civilian protection duty until the Fifteenth arrived, at which point you would be sent into the front with them.

Not to say that was the case for long. Ocelot and the crew she had come to find out were called the Golden Berets for their completed mission count and return rate, had beamed into the city solo. Following communications Jennifer picked up about ten miles out (Apparently she had upgraded her sensors quite a bit), your quartet moves through the city, taking out enemy forces quietly and efficiently, none of them even getting a message out before you are upon them with beamsabers and buster fire. The trail of dead foes you leave is impressive, and soon you reach the Fourth's position before them, seeing them building a fortification around an airport the mavericks had not reached yet. It is there you meet Major Seven, who is temporarily drowned out as an ancient jet plane is launched from the airstrip (how?!) as he shakes his head, muttering something about a "Crazy British pilot bitch going to get herself shot down in five seconds". Jennifer was set to Communications hacking and assisting on this end of Logistics, where Kilroy and Morris were sent out into the field with Beret forces to find and retrieve as many civilians as possible. You were being reserved for when the Fifteenth arrived, though, put on the back lines with a strange bird looking gent in case a hole formed in the Fourth's Line before the big guns arrived, helping Berets set up a large device to speed up the process of getting them to the field as civilian and Hunter forces made their way in, either split off from their groups or escorting people caught in a warzone.

Finally comes Hailstorm Snowfox, part of the second line to come into the fray with the Artillery. As he enters, the sounds of reploids dying and missiles impacting, guns shooting and blazing, come from all around, as he enters into a hangar that has seen much better days. He looks out to the landscape and it seems like Hell, his fellows launching occasional streams of missiles and explosives into harassing enemy air as someone who managed to get an old F-14 Tomcat into the air, the plane about a century older than anything on the field screaming by, a few thousand missiles hot on its tail from the more advanced gunboats as it weaves through enemy airspace, getting several missiles from the enemy airforce here to redirect and follow the heat trail as the old bird weaves through a city it wasn't meant to dance in. You find yourself the first demolitions to arrive on scene, and report to the one designated as Major Seven alongside an orange cat and a bird of some sort, shouting orders to some Berets on fortifying the hangar amidst the screams of people whose only fault was living in a place these sons of bitches decided had to burn, the colossal fortress called the Skyjammer hanging in the sky, firing beams of death and clusters of missiles into the ground below.

Major Seven, a human form in heavy looking plates, one arm completely replaced by a large gun with a seven emblazoned on the shoulder, looks to the three of you before him, taking measure of the three of you before speaking.
"From what I understand, the three of you have not seen real combat before today. However, you have been trained for this kind of assault, so it is time to prove yourselves as Hunters."
He taps a few buttons on his improvised computer area, and pulls up a map of Vienna, tapping the screen about a mile east from your current location, atop a building and in a former park.
"Captain Morris noted a heavy maverick artillery force here. Major Schwarzhund and Overclock Conda have three artillery encampments to take out to the north and west of us, so you three are going to be sent in their stead to handle this. What little we know is that it is being led by a former 15th lieutenant, name of Tank Wolverine. Nasty bugger, temper almost as hot as the bombs he drops, and tends to have some backup nearby with a lot less on them, normally. This time it seems he has picked up a sniper and a defense specialist, full abilities currently unknown, but considering the sniper put a hole in Morris's shoulder while he was cloaked, apparently there are a number of nasty tricks. Morris is pulling back to redeploy, and they seem to be guarding their big guns too much to pursue. You three are to take their position out before they get their cannons locked on this position, or on more civilians, understood? Your priority is those cannons, with civilians being a secondary concern, because if they get online they could easily cave this hangar in on a few thousand heads, not to mention any of the other encampments the Fourteenth have set up, and time is of the essence."
He gives a map to you three on your HUDs, charting out a path that doesn't lead you through the maverick front lines.
"Afterwards, if you see targets of opportunity, I am leaving them to your discretion. Otherwise, find a Hunter force to link up with or return. Any questions?"

[Ionbound]

Ocelot winces as she hears the screams of the civilians, but a fire ignites in her eyes when she finds out the identity of the target and salutes sharply, saying, "Yessir. There won't be enough scrap to make a teakettle once I'm done with them."

[ionoftheshadows]

"Are there any known weaknesses on the target?"

[Eshkigal]

Seven takes a moment to pull up a small diagram. Treads are evident on his arms and legs, so maybe those would be good spots to aim for off the top of your head...
"Heavy shields and heavier armor, but he's slow. Get up close and he can't rely on his guns. However, he can go onto those treads easily. Break his armor or break his mobility, and you should be able to run circles around him. Hence the sniper and the defensive experts, of which I just gave you all I had on them, unfortunately. Anything else?"

[ionoftheshadows]

"Is there a way we can take the building down so they don't have a defensive hold?If we could do that there's a chance we could knock out their guns right?"

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox listens intently during the briefing, taking in as much detail about the situation as possible. As the Major gives them a look at their target, and mentions some of his potential weaknesses, he nods grimly. "Cracking through that armor is something I'll be able to help with... and if we're authorized to take down the building itself to bring down the artillery encampment, I'm equipped to handle that. The biggest issue I can think of is going to be actually getting to the location without them getting the drop on us."

[Ionbound]

Ocelot grins and says, "Well boys, I can clear a path. And do so fairly silently. How do you think I got here?"

[Eshkigal]

"It's a city under siege, so infrastructure is not an issue. Whatever it takes to get the job done."
He looks to his portable center that Jennifer had been manning, going back over to it.
If that is all, I have work to do, people to organize. Dismissed and good hunting."

[ionoftheshadows]

"Then i guess I'll give support as needed on the way there.Lets move out."Dante then turns to leave.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot nods, salutes, and turns to leave.

[BluesEclipse]

"Understood, sir." Snowfox offers a quick salute as he joins the others on the way out.

[Eshkigal]

As you exit, you notice that the lines of the Fifteenth Artillery have set up, beginning to shell the enemy lines. As the front line shoots it out with the massed maverick forces, you notice that the wave of mavericks looks a bit ragged on one side, but reinforcements likely not far behind. As you watch, the gunboat girl Dante remembers standing near rakes that flank with what seem to be massive electrical beams as Striker Cobra draws enemy fire, making a decent sized gap in this wave for you to slip through.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot points to the gap in the lines and says, "C'mon, there's our opening. Let's go take out this son of a bitch," as she EAS's through the gap.

[ionoftheshadows]

Dante quickly fires up EAS fallowing after

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox nods and moves to follow Ocelot, saying to the third member of the group, "Let's go. I'll cover the rear... I work best at range anyway." With that, he activates his EAS and dashes forward just behind the other two.

[Eshkigal]

You slip through enemy lines while they are in disorder, friendly fire tearing them apart hot on your heels. With Ocelot scouting ahead, your group makes good time, avoiding a few emplacements where they are moving heavy melee units towards the line, a couple ride armors, a tank, and more. However, there is plenty of gun behind you, and you need to be fresh. You were told to handle things that could make that line the Fourth and First were holding worthless. Ocelot sees you past as you dash through those rubble strewn streets, showing you pathways that allow you to bypass the squads that would take precious time from you, while Snowfox's sensory systems manage to pick up three squads that would have delayed you. Past random groups of enemy soldiers and grunts, your first signs that you are approaching the enemy defense is actually a squad of mets, dozens of the little things, sitting on the ground, occasionally popping up to survey the area. Walk Blasters-little more than guns on legs-patrolled as well, as Batton Bones clung to the walls, ready to swarm anyone who dared enter this space. Basic fortifications, but they would signal any ahead that trouble was coming through. Before you charged through, though, that Tomcat screams by, trailing missiles as she takes out a few ships with the sheer amount of ordinance blazing after her and seemingly competing to be the bomb that ends the pilot's life. Some of it impacts a nearby building, blowing a large hole in it that you take advantage of to bypass the mechaniloids. However, no one can have good fortune forever, as you continue speeding down the street to encounter a squad of mavs trying to shove an Alcanda onto a large chunk of debris, the mechaniloid almost there, as two Berets with the Sigma Insignia on their chests provide overwatch, apparently talking to each other, one on top trying to pull the damn thing up shouting at others below a pile of rubble, two voices sounding strained.
-king thing must weigh three damn tons, Greg!"
"Shaddap Dirk, you got the easy job! Besides, they weigh four!"
"Dammit, would you two stop bitching and put your backs into it? We could've moved on by now!"
There's a scrape of metal from behind the emplacement, and finally the Alcanda is up, the top one falling back and letting go as the large feet plant themselves, grabbing its knee with one hand, flail arm clanging against the other.
"Oh thank friggin' god! Gah, my frame's gonna warp at this rate..."
Then the Hoganmer on top looks up, spotting you. It's hand goes for its shield as you see the optics widen.
"Crap, contact!"

[Ionbound]

Ocelot runs forwards, ready to go, as she makes for a covering wall, firing a spray of spikes from her wrist at the Mavericks, one at the beret to the south, another at the Hognamer next to him, and a third at the alcanda next to him.

Move from G20 to M20. Fire Electro-Spike at Burst 3, targeting B2, H5, and AL3, 29/32 Ammo

Marksmanship Checks:
B2: [roll0]
H5: [roll1]
AL3: [roll2]

Damage: [roll3]

[Eshkigal]

Ocelot moves forward, shooting three spikes that find their way into Mav chests, lodging firmly in them. The Beret and the Hoganmer drop to the ground, spasming and twitching gasping, trying to scream as their LIFE Cell begins going haywire in their chests. The Alcanda sits still, tail falling over, inert.
(TWO ROUNDS PARALYSIS as of the end of this round. Enemies are considered prone.)

The remaining Beret moves back, gun up with one hand, and you can hear him.
"Perimeter Squad Eight reporting contact! Three Hunters! Repeat, three Hunters!"
Meanwhile, the Alcanda near the Beret repositions, tail swinging back and forth until a grenade is lobbed at Ocelot.
[roll0]
[roll1]
However, the bomb sails over, impacting the building behind her. The hoganmers advance, shields raised.

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox frowns as the enemies call out contact, and says, "I suppose we should handle them quickly. Allow me to soften them up for you, Vonder." With that, he dashes forward as his tail glows faintly from within. Nearing the group of foes in front, he stops, whipping his tail forward to unleash a barrage of icy bolts to devastate the Alcanda in front of him - and anything unfortunate enough to be near it - with his Hailstorm Freezer.

Marksmanship: [roll0], primary target is AL2, secondary targets H2, H4

Primary Damage v AL2: [roll1] Ice Damage, next hit on this target within 2 rounds causes -1 Armor Rank
Secondary Damage v H2, H4: [roll2] Ice Damage, next his on each target within 2 rounds causes -1 Armor Rank to that target

[ionoftheshadows]

Dante rushes past Snow punching the nearest target dead center in the chest and firing,nearly blowing it inwards.

[Eshkigal]

The hoganmer shields both frost over, barely keeping them safe from the Freezer rounds as the Alcanda is saved only by the terrain. Meanwhile, Dante rushes in, nailing the hoganmer in the chest with such strength he actually punches through the reinforced metal into the mav's chest. It gives a howl of pain, the so called Dirk glaring at you with hate, pulling back as he snarls at you.
"Oh you're DEAD, you fu-"
Then the incendiary charge goes off, causing pieces of him to fly in all directions.
(Ocelot!)

[Ionbound]

Ocelot grins at the grovelling Beret and hognamer as she rushes forwards, taking cover next to her ice fox themed colleague and unleashes another wave of spikes across the battlefield, aiming at the two remaining mechloids and another hognamer as she says, "Sit down and shut the hell up!"

26/32 Ammo

AL1: [roll0]
AL2: [roll1]
H4: [roll2]

Damage: [roll3]

[Eshkigal]

The alcanda atop the rubble goes limp up there, as the second Hoganmer begins to go into seizures as well, shield shattering in half much to its surprise. Unfortunately, between the two, Ocelot failed to get a good shot of the last Alcanda. The Beret takes cover behind some rubble and takes a shot at Dante first, sending a pair of plasma bursts at him. Meanwhile, one Hoganmer circles around the right side of the rubble, and shouts.
"Dirk! You bastard!"
It lashes out with the flail, the spiked ball shooting forward to try and hit the armored Hunter, even as the Alcanda left tries launching another grenade at Ocelot.
[roll0]-flail fist launched at Dante!
[roll1]
[roll2] Buster rifle shot at Dante!
[roll3] Buster rifle shot at Dante!
[roll]1d6[roll]
[roll]1d6[roll]
[roll4]-grenade at Ocelot
[roll5]
The two shots of plasma collide with Dante's armor even as he dodges the flail, but barely even tarnish the paint. The Beret gapes at that, optics threatening to shoot out of his head next.
"...Not the face?"

[ionoftheshadows]

Dante leans back, ignoring the plasma as it scores the paint on his back, grabbing the chain as the flail flies by. With a hard pull, he literally sends the Hoganmer flying at him, slamming the Blitzkrieg Fist into his opponent's forehead, watching as it shreds apart in midair.After seeing he had a clear shot he launches the rest of his chamber at AL 2.

[Eshkigal]

Even before the first hogamner drops dead at his feet, before being torn apart by explosions, Dante takes two shots at the inert Alcanda on the rock, shots tearing into it and setting off some grenade storage, making what it was on little more than a pile of rubble that sends a rain of pebbles upon you all. The last hoganmer not shot takes a swing at him, rushing in to try and foul the shot Snowfox would otherwise have of him and protect the other two alcandas.
[roll0]-throwing a punch at Dante with flail fist
[roll1]-flail damage
(SNOWFOX)

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox watches as the bird-like Reploid moves in close and begins tearing through the enemies. "He's quite efficient..." he mutters, as he moves over towards another pile of rubble, taking a moment to line his shot up as he crouches. A plate on his shouder opens up, a pale blue missile streaking from it towards the still-moving Alcanda.

Marksmanship: [roll0]
Primary Damage: [roll1] Ice
Added Effect: -2 Armor Ranks to Target on Hit

No Secondary Targets in Range

[ionoftheshadows]

Dante watches as the attack misses him completely and smirks under his armor

[Eshkigal]

The missile flies forwards, only for the Beret to shoot it out of the sky. Meanwhile, the hoganmer swings and misses as Dante slightly leaned to the side.
(OCELOT)

[Ionbound]

Ocelot keeps her head down in cover as another grenade flies past, locking on to the last remaining beret that's trying to hide, as well as the Alcanda she missed and the last standing Hognamer, aiming to end the fight this second.

Spike Ammo: 23/32

B1: [roll0]
H1: [roll1]
AL:1: [roll2]

Damage: [roll3]

[Eshkigal]

The last three begin going into seizures (seriously, I can't beat those), however the spikes from your first victims should be winding down by now. May want to give some warning, or get this fight finished fast.
(My guys are prone. Blues and Ion, raise hell before they get back up.)

[ionoftheshadows]

Dante grabs H1 by the chest slamming and dragging him along the ground through H2 into AL1 sparking a explosion in its wake.

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox gives a low hum as he watches Vonder obliterate another trio of Mavericks. "Very efficient indeed... both of them are. Still..." He moves forwards, towards the remaining foes who are just starting to recover from Ocelot's spike attack. "we've got a ways to go before this is done." As he stops, he whips his tail forward, launching another volley of his Hailstorm Freezer at the Hoganmer and Mav Beret.

Marksmanship: [roll0] v B2 (Primary), H5 (Secondary)
Primary Damage: [roll1]
Secondary Damage: [roll2]
Added Effect: All targets hit get -1 Armor Rank if struck by another attack within 2 rounds.

[Eshkigal]

Snowfox's blast catches the Beret hard, shards tearing through and causing the body to first freeze over, then shatter, though the Beret's gear had gotten knocked off in the seizures. The hoganmer seems worse for wear as well, shield and skin freezing over as it slowly pushes itself up, moving towards the one who just assaulted it to throw a flail where its brethren fell. Meanwhile, the alcanda's systems give a whine, and it turns back on, slowly moving about to target Dante, claws clicking together twice before they open up with a string of linked lasers.
[roll0]-Flail VS Snowfox
[roll1]-flail damage
[roll2]-shooting lasers at Dante
[roll3]

[Ionbound]

Ocelot fires a few uncharged blaster shots at the Hognamer, though once the Alcanda becomes reoperational, she calls out, "I got it!" and fires another spike at it's laser systems, aiming to leave the infected mech without weapons.

Burst three Buster shots at the Hognamer: [roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]

Called shot at the Alcanda's weapon systems with the spike:
[roll6]

[roll7]

[Eshkigal]

The Hoganmer is barely up after the barrage blasts a few furrows in its armor, LIFE cell and pistons exposed to the air. The aclanda opens it's claws to fire again, only for the spike to lodge in one arm and an electrical current to cross across its form, freezing it's tail and making the lasers power down, with a click of it's gun. Undaunted, it keeps trying, only to be met with further failure.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot aims down her wrist at the hognamer and says, "Pay," as she fires another spike at it's exposed LIFE cell, aiming to shut it down from the inside.

Second burst on the Thunder Spike: [roll0]
[roll1]

[Eshkigal]

There is a garbled wail from it as the Hoganmer dies, optics overloading as electricity arcs from point to point on it's frame. The mav keels over after a spectacular lightshow, most assuredly dead.

Meanwhile, Dante lazily shoots a couple bullets at the Beret, ignoring how much the lasers had stung for the moment. One misses from virtue of the Beret being wracked with seizures, but the other hit center of mass, causing the chest to erupt open when the explosive charge went off in a shower of circuitry.

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox watches as Ocelot cripples the Alcanda, while Vonder proceeds to blow apart the remaining Beret. Striding towards the inoperable Alcanda, he thinks for a moment before simply holding his hand forward, palm facing outward towards the Alcanda. Anyone looking closely at it will see a small opening within the palm - and from that opening, a jet of liquid sprays outward, giving off a chill mist into the air and freezing anything it touches - including the unfortunate, immobile Maverick that happens to be the target of the spray.

Marksmanship: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1], target gets -1 Armor Rank if struck again within 2 rounds.

[Eshkigal]

As the nitrogen stream covers it, the dumb thing turns and slowly plods through the ice, not seeming to be bothered. It keeps trying to fire at Snowfox as it goes, the clicking continuing, and ends up just butting into his knee lightly even as the frost builds up.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot EAS's across the battlefield, charging the disabled Alcanda as her beam claws extend, slashing through it's steel plating as she rips into it, trying to grab it's LIFE cell and rip it straight out.

[Eshkigal]

Cutting the aclanda open and tearing the first thing she grabs out, Ocelot finds she is holding a damaged grenade. Also, that she just lit up a number of other grenades, which all seem to be blinking now, as she drops the one in her hands. Bailing off the aclanda with Hailstorm shortly behind, the aclanda gets off one last click of it's guns before exploding spectacularly.

(FIGHT OVER, SPOILS: 2 lo beam knives, 1 beam rifle with beam bayonet (c rank), 3 heavy shields. Grab it if you want it, otherwise go to the HUD map and choose a route)

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox looks over the battlefield for a moment, before picking up one of the knives and the rifle. The knife could be a nasty surprise for someone who comes too close, and the gun... "One can always use more guns..." Snowfox muses as he looks over at the others, before suggesting, "I'd propose we head straight towards the building - time is of the essence, after all."

[Ionbound]

Ocelot nods and says, "Yeah, straight on seems best. I want to catch this bastard as soon as possible."

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox nods, moving forward cautiously, his gaze sweeping the area as he moves with the rest of the group.

[roll0]

[Ionbound]

Ocelot scans as well, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.

Perception: [roll0] Why perception is Finesse related, I'll never know.

[Eshkigal]

The group, moving down the central street, finds that only the sounds of screams ranging across the city, the sound of missiles, beams, and death screams of far too many your only company as you make your way through, the gleam of embedded plates beneath the rubble giving you pause. Pressure plates, which Snowfox can confirm are for mines, litter the path ahead, close together and making for an impossible straight run. Looking around, you all also notice packs like the one he carries nearby, strapped to key spots on buildings to drop them on your heads. However, only Snowfox notices the shapes fluttering in the buildings, less distracted by the nearby explosives. All of them must be filled with Batton Bones, some modified for bombing runs, but with sinking certainty likely meant to dive bomb mines near enemies and harass them enough to make sure one poor step took them out, or that one of the buildings hit them.

How do they get through, then?
(Time to plot, so get the thinking caps out, guys)

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox sees the mines first, and signals the other two to stop as he moves forward a bit to inspect the area. "What a mess..." he says, noting the explosives primed to bring the buildings down, and seeing the Batton Bones poised to intercept them if they try to go above the threats. "If we try to go through on ground, there's no way we can disarm them all fast enough - and if we just try to avoid them, we'll be swarmed. Those Batton Bones aren't powerful, but all they need is to distract us enough to lose our footing, and we're done for - or just hold us long enough for them to bring the buildings down on us. If we go up the buildings, then they can bring them down anyway, and we still have to deal with being swarmed..." He thinks for a moment, before a devilish grin crosses his face. "I think you guys should stand back and leave this one to me," he says as he registers the positions of the Det Packs in his HUD, moving back a bit himself. "This should be fine," he says as he gets about 30 feet away from the first mines, "but stay behind me just in case."

[Eshkigal]

Once the other two move out of the way, Snowfox takes the shot, missile streaking out into the detonation pack in the nearby building. With a resounding explosion, the building slowly topples into the street, metal screaming and rubble flying into the minefield, the rain of rocks hitting clusters of the mines and setting them off. This portion is clearer, but you see more further on. However, it gives you a path, while shots take out battons easily enough)

(Reflex or Evasion to use this pattern to move through the minefield instead of us having to do a grind fight through)

[Ionbound]

Ocelot nods and says, "Good job, Fox." With that, she activates her EAS and dashes forward, avoiding as many mines as possible.

Evade! [roll0]

[BluesEclipse]

"Stick behind me - there's more ahead. If you keep me covered, I can take out the charges easily enough." Snowfox replies calmly as he dashes forward, already shifting his targeting to the next Det Pack, and firing as soon as he moves into range.

[roll0]

[Eshkigal]

(Rolled for Ion, got 19. Everyone passes!)
Dashing forward to the side of the first building, the group bounds up it as the batton bones begin to make their way out of the buildings they were holed up in, however their bombs seemed to work to their disadvantage as Ocelot sniped them atop the groaning, shifting building while Snowfox lined up another shot, Dante handling any that got close with ease. As the next building fell, they dashed and leapt to it next, before the buildings began falling in more rapid form as massive beams from the Skyjammer raked across the city before them. Seems like it didn't track it's own forces entirely, just the ones in the air, or had particularly good aim on it's own. Molten stone cools before them at the near miss, but parts of the city are just...gone after that. Pushing on, it's more of the same as you move ahead-shoot battons, building drops, move on. In the distance, the sounds of death and destruction rained, but, for the moment, your concern was simply stopping more voices from joining in.

However, your progress was not unnoticed, judging by the sound of helicopter blades cutting above you in the dustclouds. Or at least, one of them is for you, as when a large beeblader drops down and blows the dust of your last building drop away, you notice what seems to be a civilian grade reploid with a shield and a buster staring down another of the giant, flying mechaniloid drone factories. More begin to converge upon you, until the damn Tomcat dashes through yet again, a hail of missiles tearing through the swarm from the ordinance behind that crazy damn pilot, leaving only the two behind. One staring down the trio, and the other nearby taking aim at the newcomer...

Aleah's intro
It was not a pleasant moment when the emergency communication had reached Aleah, visiting some of the families of children she had saved...it must have been a year and a half ago, now. It was always a bit of a somber moment to return to Giga City, since this is where many of her fellows, people who were better trained than she had been, sturdier built, lost their lives to buy these people time to run. To buy a city time, as X worked his way through the titanic Armor carrier. But by god, they had done it, dammit. It may have cost them dearly, but they kept that damn thing pinned in, kept it from tearing this city to bits. She had barely gotten to her old beat when reports of a second such assault came in. A G-Rank threat called the Skyjammer had entered Vienna's airspace, and was currently besieging the city with a force of Maverick airships, while keeping any air support from even taking off. Cursing, she turned and activated her EAS-having one, she had to admit it was rather useful, one of the more pleasant upgrades she got with the rebuild. Kinsley and Husky had gotten on her Christmas card list for the assistance they gave there, practically footing the majority of the mind bogglingly large bill with years of hazard pay to help one of their own. To help themselves, in a way-they needed someone to show that the Tenth was viable, and Command wasn't letting them have their shot. There were no other officers besides them left after, either terminated or crippled too heavily from saving the lives of everyone but themselves, and few infantry left. Her willingness to prove the Tenth could work...it was possibly their last chance. They were rooting for her. This was just the first opportunity.
Listening to the instructions and the commands, she had reported into an outpost in the city, Jungle going back into a storage container. She'd be sent back to home base, which was good. As for the mission, she would be linking up with the Fourteenth Grappler Company properly at the Beamin Site, the majority of the force being from the home base in Geneva. Unfortunately, the plan is always the first casualty...
When she was beamed in, she found herself at the foothold of a Maverick force, having set up a beamin redirect that she was the first into. A quick strike with the super taser fried it before other hunters were misplaced, but the enemy force was then upon her, trying to capture her, either for intel or conversion. Of course, they had not accounted for the idea that the first one through may have some rather useful protection systems, or that what looked like a civilian chasis could tear through them so...easy. It was definitely a welcome improvement from where she had been before, fending off disc boys beforehand. However, being far behind enemy lines...well, that was never a good spot for anyone, so she had been making her way through the city, taking down targets of opportunity as quickly as possibly while scanning for friendly communications. However, luck was not on her side for too long, as she found herself attracting the attention of a Beeblader swarm, the giant helicopter drones beginning to approach as a building fell behind her, likely caught by some shell or missile from an enemy fighter. Then...was that a friggin' jet? Yes...a jet came tearing through, with so many damn missiles after it the sky was temporarily darkened by it before they tore into the swarm, blooms of the explosions like stars lighting up the area above her, leaving only two of the drone spitting mechaniloids about, all their drones likely having set down as explosives somewhere nearby.

(Time for Initiatives, people! Miniboss time!)

[BluesEclipse]

"A civ unit... here?" Snowfox mutters to himself just before the Tomcat tears through, the missiles trailing it wiping out most of the enemy force. A frown comes to his face as he looks at the two remaining Beebladers, his gaze shifting from one to another. After a moment, he says, "Vonder, you back up Ocelot with this one. I'm going to try and cover the civ..." before half-turning, ready to move towards the other massive mechaniloid.

[roll0]

[Ionbound]

Ocelot shakes her head and says, "You two get the civilian out of harm's way. I can take this one." She begins whistling a tune to herself as she sights the corrupted Mechloid, readying her spikes.

32/32 Spikes

Initiative: [roll0]

[tonberryking]

Aleah always hated those beebladers. Even with their intended transport use not being corrupted, who DIDN'T think they were creepy?

The black and gray colors of her armor and the white trim on her visored helmet look like the cop-colors the Tenth Civic used to have, but nobody recalls seeing an officer with a big white shield before. As she hustles for cover, the rectangular shield lets out a pneumatic hiss its sides opening up. And from them launch a sextet of thin U-shaped drones, each with a big blue gem-lens like the one in the shield's center. They form a literal bunker of shields around the lone reploid, her main shield held between herself and the closest beeblader. She starts to charge up her arm-buster; Aleah isn't sure who's in the area, but she may as well draw their fire until she can assess the area better.

"First day on the job. Figures..."


[roll0] Initiative

Alea's both charging her buster for this round, and trying to assess the area she's come to. I'm not sure of my place on any map, but assume she's using her shield pile to try to safely get behind any cover before planning on sending drones out to cover others.

Assessment:[roll1]
Evasion: [roll2]

[Eshkigal]

(Because I likely beat Ion's roll and he can't one shot these, I am just going to go ahead and do stuff)
It turns out these bees are fast, plasma and missiles flying as Aleah and Ocelot raise their shield and arms to attack, respectively. The flying drones hover in place as they raise hell, 50 feet off the ground each.
[roll0]-Aleah missile
[roll1]-Ocelot Missile
[roll2]-Aleah machinegun area shot
[roll3]-group spread shot, has spread 20, on Dante and Snowfox
[roll4]-missile damage Aleah
[roll5]-Missile damage Ocelot
[roll6]-plasma fire Aleah
[roll7]-plasma fire Dante
[roll8]-plasma fire Snowfox

(Aleah gains two points RIOT Charge, Ocelot is up to roughly 45% charge. Have at it!)

Assessment results: the area you are currently in has been heavily damaged already, infrastructure in this area too far gone to save. A quick look back spots a ground bound bird, a white fox, and an orange cat facing off against the other bee blader. The walls are high up enough on either side to try and mount the bee blader, preventing it from shooting at you, or high enough you could possibly jam the rotors with debris if you shot at the buildings strongly enough. (Please put active drone area on map as you see fit.)

[Ionbound]

Ocelot rolls out of the way of the missile headed her way and grins as she says, "Lights out. Overload," as she fires a highly-charged Spike at the Beeblader, aiming to put it out of commission for a little while...Or maybe permanently.

Thunder Spike with a 25% charge expenditure.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[Eshkigal]

The spike lodges firmly in it's skull, sending arcs of electricity across its hull as both payload and spike get firmly wedged in there. The bee blader's body begins spinning the opposite direction of it's blade as it crashes down, first tearing into the toppled building you are standing upon, then hitting the ground below, grinding asphalt and concrete beneath it as it's blade spins against the ground, slowly turning it about down there.
(Stunned for two rounds!)

(Just to ensure everyone sees it, map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1T2mYWEkp1qCqpHCOaIcJ42Ov_ozkp0CeiBV-VWKELOg/edit#gid=0))

[tonberryking]

Meanwhile, from behind her pile of shields, Aleah decides to take action.

The blue gem on her shield dulls momentarily, while her offhand folds into itself, the wrist reconfiguring into a snub nosed cannon barrel that hums with an increasingly louder pitch. Buster time.

The azure flash she fires seems poorly aimed. At that angle, there's no way it can hit even a giant bee-copter, but maybe, just maybe it's in a good line to blow up the debris over the beeblader's rotor blades.

Maybe...


[roll0]

Are there called shot mechanics? At the moment I can't post past this for a few hours if I need to factor them...

[Eshkigal]

While the blast hits, the shards miss their mark, those that do connect being too small to do much of anything.

[BluesEclipse]

As the rain of plasma fires down, Snowfox quickly turns and dashes off of his current building and across the field, surprised to see the drones released by the civ unit - until he notices the insignia of the Maverick Hunters on the reploid's shoulder. "A hunter? Well... this'll work out a bit better than planned." His shoulder plates open up as he comes to a stop and unleashes a pair of missiles which streaks past the shielding at the massive target, even as he calls out to the other hunter, "Looks like you could use some fire support... so let's put this bug on ice." With those words, his missiles impact the Beeblader with wintry swirls, coating it in ice around the impact points before a secondary blast causes some of its armor to shatter.

First Shot:
Marksmanship: [roll0]
Primary Damage: [roll1], -2 Armor Ranks to target

Second Shot: (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=19358541&postcount=74)
(3d6+1)[14] Marksmanship
(2d4+2)[6] Damage, and -2 Armor Ranks

[Eshkigal]

The missile impacts, tearing apart a decent chunk of it's armor from below. It's face has lost the armor entirely, as has part of its torso.

[Eshkigal]

Dante fires three shots into the face of the downed Blader, and it erupts in a fiery explosion, meaning one is down at least. That leaves the other, who fires off a quartet of missiles, two at Aleah, two at Snowfox.
[roll0]-Aleah
[roll1]-Aleah
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]-Snowfox
[roll5]-Snowfox
[roll6]
[roll7]

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox lets out a brief cry of pain as one of the missiles impacts him, briefly staggering him. Collecting himself, he quickly moves forward and to the side, sending a spray of icy shards out with his tail before ducking behind one of Aleah's shields. "If I can get close enough to it, I do have some bigger explosives," he comments to the other Hunter, eyeing the Beeblader warily.

Marksmanship: [roll0] (due to firing on move - moving from AJ14 - AL13 - AN14, firing from AL13)
Damage: [roll1] Ice Damage, -1 to Reflex/Evasion for 2 Rounds.

[Eshkigal]

Unfortunately, the wind pressure the Blader must be putting out to stay aloft fouls the small projectiles, sending them scattering.

[tonberryking]

There's that humming again.

Aleah's super charged gun lets out a bigger cannon blast of crackling energy that she hopes has better aim this time. The tendrils of power sparking over its surface sure look impressive but it's only actually cool if she hits anything with it...


[roll0]
Damage: [roll1]


Regardless, unless the beeblader is going down in flames, two of the drones surrounding her break away from her 'bunker' formation to form a smaller shell around the snowfox.

"This may help, then!" Huh, it's a female reploid under that helmet, from the sounds of her. "They can be destroyed, so be careful if you're manning up and getting in close with that thing!"

[Eshkigal]

That shot looks like it hurt, shearing through the bee blader and causing the thing to smoke violently. Seems like even if it retreated it would go down, so all it needs is a small push or two to speed that up.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot glares at Dante as he wrecks the downed blader and shouts, "Next time, take out the one that's still moving! I had this one handled!" She turns and dashes across the field with the EAS, getting into range of the nearly-downed Blader before firing a salvo of uncharged shots.

Uncharged shots: [roll0]
[roll1]

[roll2]
[roll3]

[roll4]
[roll5]

[Eshkigal]

The three shots from Ocelot tear into the unarmored systems, and one connects with the mechaniloid brain, causing it to arc with electricity before shattering into pieces. Even more braindead than normal, the Blader just facedives into the ground, dead.
(OUT OF COMBAT)

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox blinks as Ocelot brings down the second blader, saying, "Huh..." Turning back to see the other mechaniloid demolished as well, he then says, "That didn't last long... I was honestly expecting more of a fight from these." He shrugs, and turns back to the other reploid, saying, "I wasn't aware of any other hunters nearby, but the support is appreciated nonetheless. Hailstorm Snowfox, Fifteenth Division."

[Ionbound]

Ocelot nods and says, "That's what good engineers get you. That one Blader was out of the fight before it started." She then turns to the newcomer and says, "And you are?"

[ionoftheshadows]

Dante looks at the wreckage,not really caring about the new person.

[tonberryking]

The shield toting reploid snaps to attention after recollecting all the drones to her shield.

"Aleah Prog, 14th Grapplers, formerly of the 10th Civic!" she salutes, her visor snapping up. To mild surprise, her face is rather... plain and mousey until the realization hits that it's a basic mass produced design seen most everywhere in cities. She doesn't seem much worse for wear, despite this.

"Mavericks intercepted my beam in and I had fight my way through; been trying to get back in touch with any Hunters until that archaic airplane came by and we had to swat some big fat flies... I guess I'm stuck with you all until my division regroups or contacts me."

She smiles ruefully and pulls down her visor with a shrug, "Who's in command among you and where to next?"

[BluesEclipse]

"None of us really outranks the others - and we weren't given a specific command structure for this mission. Haven't needed it so far. I'm the demolitions expert here, so since our objective is to take out that artillery battery I'm likely going to be making the decisions once we get a bit closer. That said... we should get moving, since we do need to take it down."

[Eshkigal]

Moving forwards, you see a dot in the distance that is slowly growing, one that seems to split into smaller dots...
(Welcome to the firing range! Wolverine has enough range on you guys to fire shells with impunity. Evasion and actions people, and if you want to try some thing cray ask it and I will tell you what rolls to make. Tonberry, if you are using larger field support, please note it.)

[Ionbound]

Ocelot swears as she sees the shells coming and shouts, "We got no cover! Nothing to do for it but rush the artillery! Let's get moving!" She rushes forwards, faith in superior engineering in her EAS and projectile avoidance systems leaving her fearless of the incoming fire.

Evasion: [roll0]

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox frowns before dashing forward as well - trying to lock onto any shells that will be impacting near him or his colleagues in hopes of shooting them down.

[ionoftheshadows]

Dante dashes forward switching his gun to sniper mode

[Eshkigal]

Between Snowfox and Dante's fire, the hail of mortars is lessened enough that everyone makes it through unharmed. However, the ammo toll is notable though. Hailstorm lost half his missiles and Hailstorm Spreader, relying on his Nitrogen Sprayer more between his shots. Dante was worse off, taking longer shots that, while occasionally take out entire clusters, end up hitting his reserves hard between misses and intending to remove the threat quickly. However, all of you finally manage to get close to the cleared area the enemy artillery was setting up in, no sign of your assailants. Until the mad laughter begins from above.
"Hahahaha! Oh, I'm flattered, really, four Hunters? More than I was expecting. But three green recruits and a civ? Against ME? Oh this'll be fun."
There's a revving of a motor from a building nearby, and a large tank comes sailing off a rooftop, aiming to flatten Dante, who just manages to get out of the way, even as it shifts on the ground. Large, wicked looking beam claws come out of the four limbs, as a fanged and feral looking face comes out of the torso, chewing on a cigar as it looks hungrily at you all. However, six droids detach from where they seem to have clasped onto him, making a dome of energy around him as your target grins maliciously.
"So, who heads to the scrapyards first?"
(Perceptions and Initiatives)

(Sorry about the one liners, it's 2 AM and he's an idiot when it comes to people)

[Ionbound]

Ocelot laughs at Wolverine, actually laughs as she says, "This is the fearsome Tank Wolverine? Damn, if your traitorous ass didn't make me so angry I'd feel sorry for you. Who designed you, huh? Do you have a big 'Made in America' sticker somewhere? Or are you a Ruskie? Either one would explain the overblown, oversized frame and the ego to match." She smirks and raises a hand, continuing, "But those of us who actually had designers who had a grip know: The bigger they are, the harder they fall."

[Eshkigal]

Wolverine gives a shrug at that, chewing the end of his cigar without a care.
"Size has a value all it's own, kitten. Lemme show ya."
His hands raise, and two large vulcan guns come out above his claws, looking like they could fire rounds that could tear limbs off easily. Meanwhile, Ocelot spots the sniper aiming at her head about halfway up a building in the distance, maybe an 800 foot run for you and a 80 foot climb.
[roll0]-Wolverine
[roll1]-Robin
[roll2]-Phalanx

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox scoffs, and answers, "Except that you don't need size for power - all it does is make you a bigger target." As he speaks, his eyes dart around the area, looking for any traps that might have been set. Not likely from this brute, he thinks to himself, but it's what I'd do.

Initiative: [roll0]
Perception: [roll1]

[Eshkigal]

While neither Fox or Dante spot the threats, Ocelot just manages to make out the movement of a sewer grate before having to dodge away, a large grappling claw shooting out and managing to hit Aleah on the shield, dragging her below as Tank laughs.
"Y'see? Size's value! Shifts yer focus!"
With that, he opens fire, causing the party to scatter and the fight to begin for real.
(Fire, you are first, map will come tomorrow)

Aleah was tugged, hard, by whatever was on the other side of the line. It felt like she had hardly weighed a thing to the other force, dragging her into slowly draining sewers in front of a giant reptile, spiked appendage returning to a tail. With a deep, throaty chuckle, it turns, pulling a long beam knife with one hand, a massive shotgun holstered at it's hip, blood streaking it's jaws alongside the fluids of other reploids, orange and green armor covering it and long, spinning teeth in it's long mouth. Great, another Gator...
"Well let's see what fell into my land now, eh? Small lil' thing, ain't ya?"

[Ionbound]

Ocelot swears when she sees Aleah getting dragged down into the sewers, and again when she notes the glint of the sniper hiding. However, she wastes no time giving combat orders, "Snowfox," she commands, pointing in the direction of the sniper, "There's a sniper. Take him out. Dante, go down and help Aleah. I'll take out the big guy."

She grins at Wolverine and says, "Heh. Right. Please pay no notice to the fact that I just picked apart your whole strategy through your posturing. Or that I can actually just fight you 1v1." She raises her arm and fires a highly charged dart at him, ready to dodge in case it misses.

Thunder Spike: 31/32

Marksmanship: [roll0]
Damage (Expend 20% Charge if I have it): [roll1]

I'll place myself on the map once it's up, but my action isn't going to change.

[Eshkigal]

He grins maliciously as her shot bounces off the shielding system, digging into the ground at her feet.
"Really now? Because last I checked I knew where all four of my friends are, and all your allies are, and you only knew three."
Then a shot rings out, streaking at Ocelot's center of mass, catching her in the chest and leaving a hole through her.
"And wasn't gloating in the open with a sniper on me."

[Eshkigal]

With the full barrage from Ocelot's spikes, the rather slow moving drones burst one by one, leaving three left, two of them inert on the ground and the shields they provided gone. With that, Tank Wolverine snarls, looking at the three of you remaining.
"Well, seems she grew a brain then!"
And then he opens fire on Snowfox and Dante with a pair of shoulder mounted vulcans.
[roll0]-Snowfox
[roll1]
[roll2]-Snowfox
[roll3]
[roll4]-Snowfox
[roll5]
[roll6]-Dante
[roll7]
[roll8]-Dante
[roll9]
[roll10]-Dante
[roll11]

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox curses as the vulcan fire batters his armor, internal alarms flashing on his HUD due to the severe damage. Quickly initiating his emergency repair protocols, he says, "Just watch yourself... even if he's only got brute force, he's got a lot of it." With that, he moves in the direction indicated, eyes peeled for the sniper.

[Eshkigal]

Even as Dante (who still has to post it :smalltongue:) tears into Tank Wolverine, and Snowfox dashes out, the last combatant makes their entrance, bursting through a closed door at full dash and catching up to Snowfox. This one looks like a Hoganmer that has a rather large energy pack on their back, six drones around them as their two hands clench, extending spikes out that threaten to catch anything they touch on them. With a swing, he swipes at Snowfox at the close range, trio of yellow eyes gleaming with a sinister glee.
[roll0]-PUNCH
[roll1] ow spikes ow

[tonberryking]

Meanwhile...

Aleah is not having a good first day, as the Shield maiden of maverick hunters is dragged away from her newfound comrades to fight a creep in the sewer. Wonderful...

She doesn't give him the benefit of any witty banter, however, she lets the surprise just play out by itself. With a snap-HISS, she not only flicks out a grip that telescopes into a night stick, she dashes forward holding it like an inverse lance and thrusts the stun rod's electrified tip at what she hopes is a joint between armor plates. The sworls of electricity magnify in the split second moment it takes for her to breach the gap, a spiraling drill of energy channeled through her sudden attack.


Gaaaaaahhh. Hard Life is Hard.

Close combat roll: [roll0]

Super charged night stick attack: Super Taser- [roll1] ...You said she has an x4 charge, and if the night stick starts at d6, then it should be bumped up to d8, d10 and then 2d6, s well as [roll2] electric damage. ...Unless the electricity damage was the amped up part, in which case it should be [roll3] combining the d6 of the nightstick with amped up electricity damage...


Up top, Snowfox is still graced by the two drones Aleah lent him, so hopefully she's still functional...wherever she went...

[Eshkigal]

(Electric charge would have been amped up to 5d6+5. You just wrecked that gator hard)
You charge at the gator, who tries to slide out of the way but ends up too slow to fully evade the hit, and ends up screaming in pain as the reptilian bastard has seizures course all along his body, dropping the nasty looking beam knife.
(Two rounds of stun, Tonberry, take advantage of it)

[tonberryking]

Beneath her visor, Aleah seems rather shocked herself, finally seeing firsthand just how jacked up her nightstick really is, quickly collapsing the affair before acting. Visions of the city being carpet bombed or crushed beneath massive tank treads play across her memory banks as she struggles to unsheath the Gator's shot gun. He ATE other reploids. ATE THEM. There's no voice telling her not to resort to such extreme measures like she's about to; she loads up the big gun in both hands and empties the thing into the gator's head, point blank. It's literally the biggest gun she's ever used, and the kick back staggers her as she witnesses first hand its handy work. Part of her is glad she's disgusted by what she sees.

The more pragmatic part galvanizes her to start rooting around for that big beam knife he dropped...

[Eshkigal]

You stick the muzzle in his mouth, between blood slicked teeth, and pull the trigger, and watch as plasma tears the upper half of his head clean off. About ten feet from where you stand, you find his knife as the sewer gator falls to the ground, very much dead.
But what about the others above?

[Ionbound]

Ocelot frowns as the massive Hognamer charges Snowfox and Dante throws himself at Wolverine. That said, she tries to make the best of a bad situation and whistles at Phalanx, saying, "Hey! Over here!" as she fires a series of uncharged spikes at the drones around him, aiming to take out his shields.

Charge: 25%
Thunder Spikes: 20/32

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

Attack: [roll2]
Damage: [roll3]

Attack: [roll4]
Damage: [roll5]

Attack: [roll6]
Damage: [roll7]

Attack: [roll8]
Damage: [roll9]

Attack: [roll10]
Damage: [roll11]

[Eshkigal]

(could only dodge one of those being based on Phalanx's stat line. Not all destroyed though, and you still have a second action to either heal up, shoot more, or move)
One by one, the drones go down, stripping away Phalanx's defenses. Eyes darting around, it moves back a bit.
"Robin, got a fix on that?"
(Finish up if you have more, because next is the sniper and the tank.)
[roll0]-only one of the second wall that could dodge

[Ionbound]

Ocelot's laugh echoes out and she fires another series of shots into Phalanx, saying, "You act like it matters, you overgrown footsoldier. You never had a chance." She talks as she moves, worried about the sniper getting another good shot, even though it makes her less accurate.

Charge: 5%
Thunder Spikes: 14/32

Stealth Roll: [roll0]

Attack: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

Attack: [roll3]
Damage: [roll4]

Attack: [roll5]
Damage: [roll6]

Attack: [roll7]
Damage: [roll8]

Attack: [roll9]
Damage: [roll10]

Attack: [roll11]
Damage: [roll12]

[Eshkigal]

As two spikes streak into his charging pack, causing it to spark and shudder with interesting results, the third catches him in the optic, which causes the Maverick Scum to scream in agony as his brain fries. Then a streak of energy from the sniper's position passes an inch in front of your nose, apparently aimed for where he expected your initial dash to end. Tank growls at the loss of his shields, before trying to break the grapple Dante got him in, snapping the cigar in his mouth in half, trying to convert over to a tank and run the nuisance over.
[roll0] At penalty due to grapple
[roll1] At penalty due to grapple

(Blues, Ion, you're up!)

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox simply calls out, "Thanks for that, Ocelot." as he continues towards the sniper's perch.

[tonberryking]

Crawling back out from under the streets, Aleah stagger-runs after the others, weighed down slightly by the heavy anti-gator shotgun she commandeered as well as adjusting the beam knife now stashed opposite her nightstick. None of her weapons are ranged enough to help, but she does send a few more drones Snowfox's way to keep him shielded from the would-be sniper as she hustles closer towards Ocelot and Wolverine.

[ionoftheshadows]

Dante pushes past everything in his way,crashing into the tank in a blazing fireball.What damage he takes is quickly removed for the most part as he smashes the wolverine in the arm a few times trying to break him

[Ionbound]

Ocelot frowns and says, as she fires a salvo of spikes at Wolverine, "Sit down, Wolverine. You got two options. Come with us," She mentions disgust, then continues brightly, "Or let us keep beating the **** out of you. I'd prefer the latter, so by all means, keep fighting."

Charge: 5%

Spikes: 11/32

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

Attack: [roll2]
Damage: [roll3]

Attack: [roll4]
Damage: [roll5]

[Eshkigal]

At that, Wolverine gives a wide, feral grin, even while his armor's melting away and his body is slowly slagging.
"Rather die Kitte-"
He's cut off as the spikes hit him in weaker armor, and he howls in pain as he thrashes about in seizures, sinking to his knees. You allow yourself a smirk before you are reminded of the sniper, who takes a shot at your revealed location, followed by one at Snowfox.
[roll0]-Ocelot
[roll1]
[roll2]-Snowfox
[roll3]

[ionoftheshadows]

Dante jumps back shooting the wolverine in the head dead center with all 3 explosive rounds,setting off a chain explosion as Dante lands far enough from it to not be hit.

[Eshkigal]

As explosions rip through the Wolverine, decimating his skull as they explode it into tiny chunks of circuitry and scrap, another shot burns through Hailstorm Snowfox's chest just as the hovering drones link up, searing through several important systems and causing him to jerk mechanically as he falls, eyes slowly fading. One of your number down in the exchange, but three of theirs. Also, yours may be able to get up, if you keep that sniper from getting another shot off.

[tonberryking]

Aleah drops the shotgun at her approach. Her pace quickens, and then breaks out into an all out mad dash towards the fallen maverick hunter. She has the sense to keep her shield up in front of her because a sniper's still out there, but she makes no compunctions about anything else. The desolate ground, the obstacles, she plows on ahead, trying to reach Snowfox.


Dashing, full movement, doing whatever I can to reach Snowfox in as few rounds as possible. Keeping the rest of my drones on my personage, though...

[Eshkigal]

(Managed to make it on both actions. How many shields do you have on you?)
Aleah makes it to the downed Snowfox, skidding to a crouched stop next to him.

[tonberryking]

(my count may be off, but apart from her main shield, if she started out with 9 drones, 6 of them would have been directed to Snowfox and she'd be left with three, unless any of them are left after he got hit.)

[Ionbound]

Ocelot's eyes widen as she sees the plasma bolt pierce Snowfox and shows, "SNOWFOX!" As he falls, her face contorts into a mask of rage as she rips the grapnel out of Phalanx's corpse and activates her EAS, sprinting towards Robin's position, but unable to actually get in range of the sniper's perch.

Charge: 5%

Spikes: 11/32

Move up 90 via EAS...Rage at how far away Robin is.

[Eshkigal]

Two more streaks fly out, aimed at Dante and Ocelot's knees. This is followed by him flipping you all the bird.
"**** YOU ALL, hunters!"
(Now, everyone else)

[tonberryking]

Aleah has no time for revenge. With one hand still holding the shield she curls up behind, once she skids to a halt in front of what's left of Snowfox, her armor starts discharging static volts of a benign type, her repair functions activating. Diodes, prongs, and other doo-dads telescope from her wrist and she starts quickly on saving Snow's life, hoping the drones are sufficient enough of a wall between her and reploid death.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot runs up, and levels a shot at Robin as she shouts, "**** YOU HARDER, MAVERICK PIECE OF ****!" firing a series of spikes at him, the last charged for an extra bit of punch.

Charge: 0%

Spikes: 8/32

[roll0]
[roll1]

[roll2]
[roll3]

[roll4]
[roll5]

[Eshkigal]

The disc boy actually leaps out of his window, heading up the tower for higher ground against the incoming fire. He gives you the bird again as he does, crowing with glee as he shoots at Ocelot again.
"Bro, if you get to see this on the live feed, TOP OF THE WORLD, BRO! TOP OF THE WORLD! COME AND GET IT YOU OVERPRICED CHUNKS OF TIN!"
Afterwards, he fades from sight using the same trick Ocelot has been using, still likely climbing the tower in jumps.
(and because I forgot to roll damage before, [roll0])
Meanwhile, as Aleah's pack arcs, giving energy to Snowfox's emergency repair systems enough to get him operational for like...a minute, tops. But if he crashes again, he'll at least be stable...

[Ionbound]

Ocelot growls, then winces as she's shot, shouting, "GET BACK HERE YOU COWARDLY PIECE OF ****! I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN I FIND YOU I WILL RIP YOUR LIFE CELL OUT AND *EAT* IT! WITH A RUSTY SPOON!" as she races towards the tower and begins climbing as well.

Perception: [roll0]

[Eshkigal]

You don't spot him, however you spot a pair of discs coming at an odd angle out of nowhere, shattering the window you're on. (reflex)
(Everyone else can go twice, either passing by this fight at this point or helping out)

[Eshkigal]

Ocelot manages to not fall in the hole with that, continuing up the building.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot grins as she nimbly leaps over the hole and shouts, "NOT GONNA WORK, ASSHAT! JUST GIVE IT UP AND MAYBE I WON'T KILL YOU SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY! AND BELIEVE ME, I WILL ****ING CATCH YOUR FAT ASS!"

[Eshkigal]

As Ocelot looks up, she sees the sniper's silhouette, and with a stream of plasma manages to catch him in one of his eyes, causing him to scream in pain. However, as Dante takes his shot, two still active eyes see it and he takes the only option available-he jumps, landing on the ground in front of the building. As he falls, two eyes focus on Ocelot, and you swear he was grinning.
"My design will be basis of those to come, bitch. Even if I die, my line will see you in the scrapheap."
As he falls, he fires a pair of shots at the last unwounded Hunter, Aleah, flipping in the air with the two to land on his feet with a skid
(You have full dodge bonus, Tonberry)
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]

[Ionbound]

Ocelot growls catlike and says as she dives towards Robin, firing another salvo of spikes, "THEN I'LL FINE EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM AND FEED THEM THEIR OWN SPINES! YOU! ARE! NOTHING!"

Spikes: 5/32

Attacks: [roll0]
[roll1]

Attacks: [roll2]
[roll3]

Attacks: [roll4]
[roll5]

[Eshkigal]

Two spikes impact as he ducks to leap away from the swarm, however the normal howling pain seems to be replaced by mad, cackling laughter, even as he falls to his knees, arms at his sides.
"I-ghna-am the first fang-ghnaha-that sunk into-ghahaha-your necks. I grn-will be the first sacrifice to gahahaha-finding immortality, and you my-hee witness. After...the fox..."
He goes into full on seizures after that, unable to fight it off further. But he still sounds like he laughs.

[Ionbound]

Claws grow from Ocelot's knuckles as the cat reploid stands over the seizing Discboy and says, "No. You're nothing but deluded scrap," as she rips open his casing with her claws and pulls out his LIFE cell, crushing it in her bare hands.

Afterwards, she sighs and says, "Good riddance..." then sprints over to Snowfox and Aleah, asking, "Is he going to make it?"

[ionoftheshadows]

Dante starts scanning the area to see if theres anything around that could be a threat or a way to get out of the warzone.

[tonberryking]

Before Aleah can administer more repairs, she hears the shots coming and with a yelp of bad surprise ducks under her shield while trying to block what's left of Snowfox, her drones dutifully clustering about her.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[Eshkigal]

One breaks through the shielding Aleah has, scorching her armor but not damaging anything vital. However, shortly after Ocelot tears his LIFE Cell out, covered in the lifeblood of the maverick. Then she heads over to Aleah, asking her question, as Dante moves forward, collecting the shotgun Aleah had grabbed and tossing it to her as he looks about. Forwards, you can spot the signs of the enemy artillery, large machines with small, civilian looking workers getting ready to rain death upon the many poor citizens in this city still. Behind it is a place that, to your eyes, looks like it may have been a large shopping district around a park, the once quiet and serene looking district looking shelled to hell. Could have some useful supplies for getting Snowfox back on his feet fully.

[ionoftheshadows]

Dante looks looks at the others using his speech ability and says *Ocelot see if theres any missiles left,if so give some air support.Ill get us a ride out of here,Aleah try and keep snowfox running until we can get him back to base.* He then dashes off to a group of enemies to take their ride.

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox's eyes light up with life once again thanks to Aleah's work, in time for him to catch the tail of the conversation. Carefully moving to his feet, he says, "Thanks for the save." He quickly tracks a couple of targets, firing his Hailstorm Missiles at them as he looks around for anything that Aleah might be able to use to patch him up further.

[roll0]

[Ionbound]

Ocelot smiles when she sees Snowfox get up, then nods to Aleah, "Get him out of here. I'll be right behind you once I take out some one these aircraft." She quickly fights through the remaining gunners Dante hadn't already taken out, barely giving the civilian-model Mavericks a second thought as she tore their lines apart on her way to the artillery emplacement, quickly finding one of the already-operational big guns, ripping the hapless gunner out of his seat and, after a moment or two familiarizing herself with the controls, turning the gun on the Mavericks in the air, aiming to take down as many as possible before she's noticed.

Fire the big guns!

[roll0]
[roll1]

[roll2]
[roll3]

[roll4]
[roll5]

[roll6]
[roll7]

[roll8]
[roll9]

[roll10]
[roll11]

[roll12]
[roll13]

[roll14]
[roll15]

[roll16]
[roll17]

[roll18]
[roll19]

[tonberryking]

Aleah is too relieved at Snowfox to be mad when she ducks under his barrage, but that doesn't let him off the hook as she shoulders her shield, still standing in front of the injured maverick Hunter.

"Don't waste it by drawing their fire back here!" she chides him, apparently not willing to let him off the hook, either. Staying between him and the gunfire still live, she tries to find anything big and non explodey to hide behind. "We need to move, fast; I don't doubt we'll have a bumpy ride and I need to make sure you can be moved safely!


Sorry. Spent the afternoon nearly having a heart attack when I mistakenly assumed one of our cats was missing.

[roll0] Assessment to find a place to lay low while the carnage continues.

[roll1] And a first aid if we do!

[Eshkigal]

Dante, carving his way through about a dozen of the technicians, tearing them limb from limb, as he spots what is likely the most durable thing on the field. Looking more akin to a hovercraft with four barrels of ready to be unleashed plasma, six missile pods, and two LMGs, it looks like just the thing for exiting this area after causing some serious repair bills.

Meanwhile, Aleah and Snowfox both begin taking out the cannons that are too easily left behind when, near one truck with a turret on top, Fox spots some packs used to restore Emergency Repair System energy. Enough for everyone to get two, or to get one person back to full operations if still in need of severe Lifesaver repairs.

Lastly, Ocelot hops into the seat of a missile bearing tank, and as the machine comes to life paints a few dozen nearby targets. Letting rip with countless missiles, there is a satisfying number of long, beautiful explosions in the sky as the maverick force doesn't even realize you've opened up on them, watching airships fall out of the sky as scrap and slag.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot punches the air victoriously as she sees the Maverick air fleet decimated by her salvo, and fires off another, aiming to take out as many as possible before the first shots come her way, at which point she plans to abandon the vehicle.

Another 10 shots!
[roll0]
[roll1]

[roll2]
[roll3]

[roll4]
[roll5]

[roll6]
[roll7]

[roll8]
[roll9]

[roll10]
[roll11]

[roll12]
[roll13]

[roll14]
[roll15]

[roll16]
[roll17]

[roll18]
[roll19]

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox takes the packs, and says to Aleah, "These should work to keep me up and running, I think..."

[ionoftheshadows]

Well that should work.Dante smirks taking the vehicle,popping in his music as he drives back*the song in question playing being back in black*

[Eshkigal]

Even as Aleah rigs the device into Snowfox's already exposed Repair systems (the only convenient part of that fight), the group notices that parts of the fleet are beginning to take notice that someone is shooting their friends down over here. As the first volley of enemy fire hits some of the uninhabited vehicles, assuming that there must be more than one firing, it seems that now would be a good time to get outta dodge.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot dives out of the mobile gun and shouts, "Let's get out of here!" as she starts sprinting towards the evac zone.

[BluesEclipse]

As Aleah rigs up the repair packs, Snowfox says, "Thanks for the help. It looks like Dante's picked up a ride for us - now we just need Ocelot to get back and we'll be good." He shifts his weight, getting ready to jump to the tank that Dante's picked up as it swings by.

[Eshkigal]

Snowfox, Ocelot, and (presumably) Aleah make a run for the tank that Dante's driving, and find four seats. One on the main gun, the large cannon gleaming in such a way that looks like it will blow some nice holes in aerial foes, one pair of missile launchers that look oh so fun with missile clusters to fire off, and a quartet of miniature turrets that should shred any infantry along the way.

[tonberryking]

Cluster shields, cluster missiles... HMMM...

Aleah finally lets go of her shield once she's in the escape vehicle and immediately commandeers the missile pods. Shaking her head from the rush, she looks back at Dante.

"Scream at me if something blows a hole in our ride! I'll find out if the shield drones can plug it shortly thereafter!"

[Ionbound]

Ocelot dives into the tank, getting situated on the main gun, grinning as she takes the controls and moves it a bit.

[Eshkigal]

As Snowfox boards the turrets, an older looking vessel wheels about. Is...oh god, someone rebuilt a Death Rogumer (http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/megaman/images/e/e6/DeathRogumer.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100725224049)? The other vessels move away from your position, but it wheels about, cannons directed towards you. Hopefully, it is just a cheap knockoff...
(VEHICLE COMBAT! Driver controls direction and dodging, each of you controls a weapon system as you move forward. Stats:
Crew 4
Cargo Capacity small
Travel Speed 350 feet
Hull Integrity 80 HP
Hull Damage Resistance (DR) 10
Main cannon 6d6 (runs off Ocelot's marksmanship)
Missile Launchers 7d6 (confer+3 to hit due to tracking systems) (runs off Aleah's marksmanship)
Turrets 4d6 (runs off Snowfox's marksmanship)
Evasion runs off Dante's evasion)

[Ionbound]

Ocelot grins and says, "Hey Dante, you see what I see? I wonder how much of a bonus we'll get if we take it down."

Fire at will!

[roll0]
[roll1]

[roll2]
[roll3]

[roll4]
[roll5]

[roll6]
[roll7]

[Eshkigal]

Two of your shots are used to get the Rogumer to commit to an upwards ascent, which puts it right in the way of the next two, tearing out a cannon from it, but keeping it running...
(Everyone else go, Rogumer goes last)

[tonberryking]

Aleah, hunkered down behind the missile launcher, doesn't have time to say much; brushing her fingers over the firing pads in moderated busts, she lets the artillery empty itself out into the sky.


[roll0]

Damages: [roll1]

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox eyes the Rogumer carefully, trying to call up any information he can about weak points it may have as he opens fire with the turrets.

Turret 1: [roll0] Marksmanship, [roll1] Damage

I'm assuming since you specified a quartet of turrets that I get four attacks, if not disregard the rest of these.

Turret 2: [roll2] Marksmanship, [roll3] Damage
Turret 3: [roll4] Marksmanship, [roll5] Damage
Turret 4: [roll6] Marksmanship, [roll7] Damage

[Eshkigal]

Unfortunately, the Rogumer seems to spot the missiles coming, sending out a series of small devices that dive into the missiles and cause them to detonate prematurely. However, it leaves the vessel open to blasts from the plasma turrets, though they seem to be more for infantry. However, it does punch a few holes through the hull.
Which, coincidentally, begin to drop out of the Rogumer as the cannons open fire in turn. A half dozen Road Attackers drive out of the damn thing's lower hatch as the three cannons remaining on this side open fire, shooting large shells across your armored transport.
[roll0] [roll1]
[roll2] [roll3]
[roll4] [roll5]
Vehicle Fight Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1T2mYWEkp1qCqpHCOaIcJ42Ov_ozkp0CeiBV-VWKELOg/edit#gid=0)
==========================
Boredom.
Boredom was what Carolina was feeling while kept from the field. Twelve hours ago, she had flown in with Virginia, circling the grand tower above Geneva before departing to report to their divisions, Virginia landing at the Seventh's Airfield as Carolina headed towards one of the tower's lower floors. Eight hours ago, the sirens had blared and the first chance Carolina had to make a difference, to not just be a showpiece, had reared up. The Skyjammer, a large flying fortress, had taken up position over Vienna, preventing any vehicle not keyed to its systems from getting more than a foot off the ground. Eight hours since the G rank threat had caused the Hunters to scramble several divisions to face it.
Eight hours since she was told by her commander, Boom Foxflash, that, being a new recruit whose abilities were heavily reliant on being able to fly, she was grounded. Thinking about it, there was a logic there, but still it wasn't her place here. Her place was crushing maverick heads. Not sitting around collecting dust.
"Oi, Kiddo!"
The comms built into her crackle as her current, only compatriot in the Grapplers present radios her. Pneumatic Ram, a small blue and green reploid built with a punch that rumor says could launch Aegis Garm himself a few stories, left behind because of his style's rather erratic and mobile nature not being a good match with the finer nuances of point defense. Or, to put it bluntly, they needed someone who could hold the line for this, not someone who would launch himself a football field away from it. His voice comes in over the comms again.
"Kiddo! Fifth's sent us a job right up yer alley! Head ta tha teleporter, I'll brief ya there!"

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Being a combination of both air support and a brawler, Carolina knew she wouldn't be used much until the brass had an idea of how to use her. Once it came to to be used, however, Carolina was more than willing to prove herself. Carolina got up on her feet and began heading to the teleporter. "Finally, some action." she was glad she could finally bust some heads. Sitting around all day thinking about it really built up her anticipation. It was about time she got out there and wreck some devastation like her non-reploid ancestors so many years ago.

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox smiles grimly and says, "Keep the main cannon focused on the Rogumer. Aleah, you and I can handle the small fry." With that, he takes aim at the Road Attackers, and opens fire on them - aiming at the front of the group to allow them to drive into the shots.

[roll0] Marksmanship, [roll1] Damage
[roll2] Marksmanship, [roll3] Damage
[roll4] Marksmanship, [roll5] Damage
[roll6] Marksmanship, [roll7] Damage
[roll8] Marksmanship, [roll9] Damage
[roll10] Marksmanship, [roll11] Damage
[roll12] Marksmanship, [roll13] Damage
[roll14] Marksmanship, [roll15] Damage
[roll16] Marksmanship, [roll17] Damage
[roll18] Marksmanship, [roll19] Damage
[roll20] Marksmanship, [roll21] Damage
[roll22] Marksmanship, [roll23] Damage

[Eshkigal]

Two of the Road attackers go up in flames at the first volley, another two beginning to smoke as the last pair use their companions as cover, some shots sailing overhead.

The technicians in the halls push against the sides of hallways as Carolina passes, and when she gets there she is greeted by the somewhat bizarre sight of Pneumatic Ram. Primarily because, even among reploids, limbs that are designed as his are tend to be rarer than even those built off history. The ram is predominantly green, with digitrade legs, hissing steam as he rises up on the pistons that take up the majority of his lower legs to come closer to your height, large for his frame arms extending out from their normally drawn back position to compensate as even his neck extends, plates that make up his neck falling back to let the ram there move about more freely as two long, gleaming horns curl up around the ram's forehead and ears.
"Good ta see ya respond quickly, kiddo. Tha situation's such."
He heads to a console, tapping a few keys at it before pulling up what seems to be an image of what seems to be a large hovercraft, about the size of a Destroyer class vessel but with twice the guns, large devices visible onboard.
"This floating hunka tin has taken up position off tha coast'a Venice, lotta small aircraft on it. Seemsta be one of the vessels feedin' tha armada over Vienna new ships, usin' a mass teleporter leadin' ta a fortified point onna ground, wit' the Second havin' linked the design style to a traitor."
With that, he hits another key, and the data for one 'Rumble Horseshoe' comes up on the screen. Former Armored Division, defected due to loyalty to Armored Armadillo and Sigma with the first Maverick War, was likely one of the architects to both Maverick fortresses, though it seems he has hit upon harder times as of late. The picture itself is of a brown and red reploid, possessing four arms, a ridiculously large looking shell on his back, and with what seems to be a large metal spear in hand. Head seems to meld into the shell, though there are a number of sensory gems that seem to dot the chitinous looking thing.
"Seems tha' this fella here's supplyin' them some extra muscle, an' an exit strategy, prolly along wit' a partin' shot a' Venice. As of this moment, yer gonna get dropped at a pad in Venice, an' send tha' ship ta tha bottom of the sea, got it? They're also rollin' yer test hunt inta this, so after, ya'll get yer rank too. Any questions, kiddo?"

[Ionbound]

Ocelot grins as the shots miss, and fires another quartet of shots at the Rogumer, aiming to take down the airship once and for all.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[roll2]
[roll3]

[roll4]
[roll5]

[roll6]
[roll7]

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Carolina took note of the ship's layout and the appearance of the Maverick. After that, she then began asking questions "Okay, what sort of defenses will I be taking on?

[Eshkigal]

The damage from the cannons is less extensive this time, some of the blasts just burning against the armor but two hitting more firmly.

Ram pulls up what seems to be a satellite view, showing the top of the vessel. Eight turrets are easily visible, with the two devices at either end you don't quite know what they would be.
"Lessee...looks like a few plasma cannons an' flak guns, couplea missile launchers. Not too unusual. The real problem is tha shield generators."
He taps the screen at the two devices.
"Anyway, crew currently unknown, prolly skeleton crew 'cause most would be in Vienna. Likely no aircraft now too. Dunno 'sides that, no time fer Recon ta do it's work."

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Carolina looks at all the guns and memorises their placements. She then nods and says "how thick is the armor on the deck?" she asks, already coming up with a strategy.

[Eshkigal]

"Dunno from reports, but off tha record, mosta tha Eighth went fer tha heaviest they could. Doubt Rumble here'd be different."

[MichaelGoldclaw]

"Alright, that should cover it sir. I think I got a plan. I'm ready to head out."

[Eshkigal]

Carolina hits the pad, and with a flash of white to her optics, ends up staring at a rather nice doorway to what seems to be a hotel. A number of patrons end up staring at the sudden addition of a B-17 Hunter at the check in as she exits, and the HUD shows the ship to be directly to the south.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Carolina ignores the civilians as he heads out. She faces south and then begins spinning her propellers, lifting her up. Then doors open up on her wings and tail, allowing her arms and legs to fit in before closing. She then begins to fly, heading to where her HUD is indicating As soon as she gets to the sea, she begins to fly low, almost touching the water, trying to avoid any anti air capabilities the ship has. To further avoid some of it, as soon as she sees the ship, she'll try to approach from the front of rear of the ship, avoiding a broadside of fire from any and all AA. If her approach goes on without a hitch, she will pull up and land on the ship, smirking. "So, who here is ready for a reverse Doolittle raid?"

[Eshkigal]

Coming in at the ship, Carolina seems to be clear, until shafts open at the sides and anti ship turrets open fire. Crap. Most seem to have trouble locking in on her, but two manage to track her small form reliably.
[roll0]-marksmanship, roll evasion
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
However, assuming she isn't felled by those shots, she rises up to the ship, skidding onto the vessel with her descent. It is empty for a moment, until four elevators rise with a pair of hoganmers at each.
(Initiative too)

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Carolina looks at the group her right and moves forward, her tail between her legs, but not because she's running away. Her tail gun opens fire, as well as the ball turret and the top turret, firing at all of the targets except the frontmost target.

The rolls are in a Z pattern, skipping over the one with the red text

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]

[roll6]
[roll7]
[roll8]
[roll9]
[roll10]
[roll11]

[roll12]
[roll13]
[roll14]
[roll15]
[roll16]
[roll17]

[Eshkigal]

The tank seems to take the beating, and some sail into the Rogumer as the missiles cool down. Three more shots shoot out at the tank from it, followed by it rotating to face you before shooting a long beam from the nose in turn.
[roll0] [roll1]
[roll2] [roll3]
[roll4] [roll5]
[roll6] [roll7]
Then the road attackers hit. They seem to be upgraded, larger guns that could possibly damage the tank you're in loaded on top as they blaze forward.
[roll8][roll9]
[roll10][roll11]
[roll12][roll13]
[roll14][roll15]

Time for stage music! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n96mxrAK1wM)
Carolina's barrage tears through the shields of two hoganmers, the third getting severe damage to an arm even as they rush forward, flicking their maces at you.
[roll16][roll17]
[roll18][roll19]
The heavier guns then move, though it seems they need to aim more properly before they can hit you on the deck. Though that may not take long...

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Carolina gets hit, but all the attacks do is scratch up the paint on her armor. She smirks and then opens fire again, on turret on the weakened target and the other two on the undamaged one. She then began to turn around and head toward the other group.

[roll0] [roll1]
[roll2] [roll3]
[roll4] [roll5]

[roll6] [roll7]
[roll8] [roll9]
[roll10] [roll11]

[roll12] [roll13]
[roll14] [roll15]
[roll16] [roll17]

[Eshkigal]

Three more Hoganmers explode as the others rush forward, one shouting, apparently angered.
"F*** you hunter! f*** you!"
The other squad moves in, having to rush at you while the last hoganmer on your right tosses the flail out. However, it seems they are ready to begin firing at you, though the first shot goes over your head.
[roll0]
[roll1]

[MichaelGoldclaw]

"I would love to, but your ass will be too wrecked from me kicking it." Carolina retorted, moving to prevent the guns from getting a bead on her, firing her turrets at each of the mavericks.



[roll0] [roll1]
[roll2] [roll3]
[roll4] [roll5]

[roll6] [roll7]
[roll8] [roll9]
[roll10] [roll11]

[roll12] [roll13]
[roll14] [roll15]
[roll16] [roll17]

[Eshkigal]

(Alright guys, moving forward to get you each on your own schedule since this is going too long)
The Rogumer stands and fights, as you trade fire for longer than any of you expected, your tank barely making it through volley after volley, thankfully not being hit too often by the heavy cannon on the front. However, as you dance with the airship, a large series of explosion rakes across the sky, giving both of your groups a momentary pause, though cannons keep firing regardless. Taking a moment to look up, Dante sees the Skyjammer slowly fall, massive explosions tearing it apart in chunks. And whoever is driving the Rogumer seems to see the same thing, as it gives another volley as it frantically tries to turn and flee, rear cannons launching more shells even as a swarm of righteous vengeance takes the sky in the form of the Air Cavalry shrieking to the skies and raining vast assortments of death upon the less mobile mavericks. Over the radio, you hear curses and the death screams of countless mavericks as they backpedal, knowing their advantage lost even as you keep the guns firing on your barely together tank, whooping and hollering as you watch and cover your allies, shouting to the hunters that you had stolen a damn tank and not to explode you please.
As things do eventually slow down, the mavericks either dead or in retreat, your tank limps back to the improvised base the Fourth had set up to keep civilians safe until evacuation was available. Unloading, you see that while there is damage to the former airport and museum, the building weathered the assault, and the civilians inside are mostly safe and sound. You join a throng of wounded hunters though, Snowfox getting flagged for immediate evacuation with a number of others to the Sixteenth, body barely staying unexploded thanks to the jury rigged batteries as the rest of you are dismissed, Dante and Aleah getting fixed up here, the Lifesavers back in the Fourteenth currently getting flooded as well, while Ocelot meets up with Morrison and Jennifer, Kilroy having gone MIA currently, and ends up limping back to the Second, their doctors having only a few of you to fix. But soon enough, each of you finds your way back to base, ready for repairs that will see you farther than the medbay, some rest after your first taste of battle, and, perhaps, a chance to explore that you were denied before.

Carolina fires again, and shreds the last of the mavericks. However, the guns are rapidly beginning to track you a lot better than they were before. The rearmost cannons seem to have a lock on you, having less corrections to do in general and the cleanest shots.
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Carolina soaked up most of the damage, but one of the shots did some damage. Carolina grunted before rushing to one of the elevators, boosting her way to it and punching a hole through it, trying to get inside the ship before the guns could draw a bead on her again.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot smiles as she enters the repair room, enjoying the sensation of getting back into tip-top working order, then nods and salutes the repair reploids as she leaves, heading to the labs for a few upgrades.

[tonberryking]

What a terrible first day.

Aleah just finds some place to sit down after her repairs, and she's eventually left on a bench with the knife she took from that gator resting in her lap. It draws her attention, which bothers her more than what she's been through. A stun rod is a deterrent weapon, her shield's just a fancy shield, but this thing and the shotgun she abandoned are weapons with only killing intent behind them...And yet she's been compelled to hang on to it. Maverick hunting indeed, she fears for the way this will escalate. It's alot for a former mass produced reploid to take in at once.

...

She runs out of time contemplating her future in all of this, before she realizes she needs to go be debriefed, and seeks out her superiors to report on what she saw, what happened to (both) units she was involved with... and maybe what the mavericks were trying to accomplish in all of this.

[Eshkigal]

Carolina hits the elevator, the guns seeming unable to fire that close to one of the others, but fencing you in. More elevators seem to be rising now, but the one you slam dents decently after the first blow. A few hard hits should get you in!
(Either two athletics or three close combat rolls to see if you beat reinforcements up while penned in by guns)

Ocelot follows signs in the Second's headquarters, coming to what seems to be a large, empty room filled with useful looking tools and machinery. A rather impressive looking vault is at one end. However, the computer is likely your best starting point with...80 grand from that mission?! Not bad!

As Aleah lifts up from the lifesaver's table, moving as the next worst off soldier from this bloody conflict moves forward, missing half a hand and with furrows carved into his sides, as well as a large metal claw stuck in there, she heads to the Enlisted Board first to see who the current Ranking Officer is. Seems Commander Foxflash was currently listed as off site-probably in Vienna still to help with cleanup, or reporting to Rhodes directly. Looking through, you go five officers down before you find one still on base. Major Steel Tyrannos, listed as one of two rangemasters, S Rank. You've seen her before, and frankly the 9 foot tall saurian reploid had looked to be perpetually angry, normally dented and chrome armor bearing the marks of hundreds of fights upon it upon her deadly looking frame. And if she was the chief officer on call, that means she was likely even more irate-having gone through some training on entry under her, she seemed a very impatient sort. Still...could be good to do it now, since everyone else knew that too, meaning they may be avoiding her...

[Eshkigal]

Carolina, the first punch gets some of the plating to buckle in. The second nearly caves it in, as you slam both arms down heavily upon the elevator. With the third, you hear the screech of metal coming free, engines shredding themselves as their power cores go unstable, and a large explosion beneath it, causing the elevator platform (they got interesting over the past 200 years) to fall away into a decent sized shaft. However, you can hear other elevators whine as they rise, and notice five of the ports opening, the crest of the maverick heads just beginning to come into view-****, they have gun volts, and they're rising up. Seems like it's now or you have to break through.

As Ocelot takes in the lab, looking about curiously, a voice comes out of the nothingness by her arm, hollow and quiet as the grave.
"Could you please stay a bit more still? Hard to get a read when it's moving so much..."
First comes the face of a skeleton white skullface, likely a Geist design, followed by a tall and thin reploid stooped over, trying to take measurements of your busters, possibly figure out your function. Two small cannons are mounted on his shoulders, and he seems to be holding a peculiar device.
"Hm...that is interesting, yes. I should learn how to craft something like this..."
He pauses, then drums fingers on his face as possibilities begin to open up to him.
"Yes, that would be most useful, most useful indeed..."

[tonberryking]

Aleah executes her sighing subroutine. Occasionally coming face to face with such a dynamic reploid reminds her harshly that hers is a mass produced body. Also, she's a flipping giant dinosaur robot; only reploids of equal size and dinosaurosity wouldn't feel slightly intimidated. Still, she's not a mass produced unit anymore and she doesn't want to act like one. Aleah goes out to find her, never mind if she's in a bad mood or if everyone else is terrified of her. It's not the example she means to set.

"Aleah Prog, reporting for debriefing, ma'am..."

[Ionbound]

Ocelot frowns and says, "I can still hear you, you know. Can you quit mumbling about my design and get on with it? I'm sure if you want to talk to the lab techs that built me in the first place, something can be arranged."

[Eshkigal]

"I'm only heard when I want you to."
The mass production looks up at you.
"Ah, right, apologies. I have had to develop most of my upgrades personally, it makes ways to refit what I have rather interesting. That and it has uses that could be applied to some of my creations. Solid projectile, yes?"
He stops looming over your arm, and straightens up, almost a foot taller still as he offers a hand.
"Lieutenant Bones, local lab spook. Most of the time they jump when they realize I'm here...peculiar. Third one to not be disturbed today. Wonder if I'm losing my touch. Anyway, name and hunt, let's take a look at the toys you have available."
He moves to the desk after you shake hands, or ignore it, waiting to put in what you say next.

Aleah seeks her out, and finds her in the Ring. The Ring happens to be the name of the local officer lounge, which even as infantry you were still allowed in, but unlike the Tenth's bar, the Fourteenth seems to be reinforced steel and barriers, the bar the only wood in the entire place apparent as a metal shutter is currently slammed over the casks of liquors behind it, the scarred Kralmacht bartender sporting a scowl and watching with one eye and two large, modified arms that look more at home on a Ride Armor than a reploid. The reason for the shutter being down, besides a few rowdier looking drunks in a corner beginning to get into a shouting match over the kills in Vienna, is in fact your target, seeming to try and feed an even larger porcine reploid their own helmet roughly fifteen feet from the bar. Looking them over, Tyrannos seems currently spotless, meaning she had to go in for repairs, probably another thing she hated, where the other one seems to have large rents in his side, half an arm on one side, and slag for armor on at least one leg, and she seems to be shouting loudly and slowly. His one operable arm is being held in a tail lock, the silvered S rank pinning him not interested in any rebuttals.
-GET. REPAIRED! ALREADY! You giant! F***ing! PIGHEADED! DIPS***!"
She slams the helmet onto the top of her opponent's head, before hauling him up and hipchecking him through the doorway over your head. You hear a long skid, a crash, and a woozy "Yes ma'am" comes from behind you. Dusting her hands a bit, she looks down at you like you're a particularly interesting piece of meat, giving a low growl.
"Agh, dammit. Seriously? No one else-of course f***ing not. C'mon."
With her own disgusted sigh, she waves you to follow her and stalks forward and out, the boar reploid spotting her from where he was upside down in a wall and scrambling to get out, running for the medbay as she heads towards the debrief room. Standing at one end, she hits a row of buttons, getting a recording started and a connection to a Hunter in the Fifth, still looking at you like you were possibly dinner.
"Alright, you can begin. From the top, rank and name first."

[Ionbound]

Ocelot smirks and says, "Electro Ocelot, part of the group that took down Tank Wolverine and his not-so-merry idiots." She then sighs and says, confident smirk vanishing replaced with a look of melancholy, "Centipede would have been proud."

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Figuring that she'd be in close quarters inside the ship, Carolina decided to drop down into the ship, avoiding a ranged encounter. She then began to try to find something to use to blow up the ship, keeping an eye out for any Mavericks.

[Eshkigal]

Bones looks up briefly at that.
"Which Centipede? There have been a few. Also, seems you got eighty grand, all hazard pay, so come here, take a look. Got some useful ideas, though if you have any yourself, could possibly be doable."

Slipping into the hole, Carolina drops twenty feet before hitting the ground, feet leaving new indents in the remains of the elevator around you. Alarms are blaring, but your current path seems clear enough for the moment.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot smiles proudly and says, "Magna Centipede. He's-He was my brother," as she steps to the terminal to select her upgrades.

[tonberryking]

"Aleah Prog, 14th Grapplers, formerly of the 10th Civic." she begins, watching Tyrano's body (and that tail) rather than look her directly in the eyes when she can afford it. "My squad was decimated early on after the touch down and I was eventually able to regroup and recoup with some other maverick hunters, though we met up with some stiff resistance. She goes on to explain what happened with the gator, and how she shotgunned his head off, though she tries to keep it as terse as possible. She's still holding onto his knife, too...

"And afterwards while still under heavy fire we air lifted out and returned to base, ma'am. A few less Mavericks to cause trouble."

[Eshkigal]

Aleah, what is surprising is that, despite the angrier thrashing to start, the tail slowly calms as you talk, arms crossed behind her back as she seems to be reappraising you through your tale, asking for clarification primarily on your compatriots and their mission, especially Dante. Seems he was a new recruit that hadn't reported in at the time, and they had only a few words from Striker Cobra as clue to where he had been that entire time. Once you are done, she (calmly no less) hits the button to stop the record, walking up to you, gazing down with a decidedly neutral gaze. Doesn't seem to be looking at you like she is going to maul you though, and her voice seems to have lost the rumbling fury in it.
"First official hunt then?"
She brings her arms out from behind her back, gesturing to the knife you glimpsed to a few times with a taloned hand.
"The data from most of Vienna is finally getting coordinated properly, but at least a bit of it should be ready. They may be able to take any data in that dinky little thing and make it something you enjoy."

Bones pauses when you say Centipede, looking at you again.
"He was a good hunter, from what I heard of him. Never had the chance to meet him personally, though. Always wanted to, even as infantry."
He looks back to the screen, before tapping in something, pulling up a list. He flicks through a few things, and pulls up...Centipede's data...
"I have a few guys who owe me in 16th. If you want to carry part of him with you, might be a good thing to pick up."
He pauses again, before looking back to you.
"Common practice among siblings who get that choice. Let them do a bit more good, let them watch your back one last time. Had to retire most of my siblings, and wish I could carry some of them with me."

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Carolina keeps moving, hoping to find something she can use to sink the ship. Heavy duty explosives that could blow up the engine or open a hole below the waterline and make it sink from flooding. She knew those were options, but she kept her eyes out for anything that can be used to f*ck up a ship

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox remains mostly silent as he is evacuated and taken into the repair bays, though his thoughts are whirling. That entire time, I was thoroughly outclassed... I need something. More firepower, more mobility, more defense... I don't know. There's got to be something that can be done, though. As he reaches the repair bay and the Lifesavers begin suspending the non-essential functions in preparations for the repair, he says, "Hey... since I'm going to need to have some pretty heavy work done to get back into fighting condition anyway, do you think we might be able to get some new systems installed? I don't know what I'd really be able to get right now, but I need something to give me more of an edge next time..."

[Ionbound]

Ocelot's eyes widen as she sees the data Bones pulls up and says hoarsely, "I-I'd be honored. I...Thank you. Thank you so much."

[Eshkigal]

Bones holds a hand up, waving off some of the thanks.
"Don't thank me too much, best I'll be able to do is get it to the starting price. He's a popular one, and every time the data is run off for a mav, the harder it gets to preserve it. Tends to run 15,000 zenny for a copy the first time, then quite a bit more after, but at least this way you can arry your brother with you."
He keys in a few things, which brings down a number well into the hundreds of thousands, nearing a million, to 15,000 after a few minutes. He types a few more things in, including confirmation of data transfer. He moves away at the final button though, confirming the order for the Magnet Mine, for you to confirm.

Second Layer (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1T2mYWEkp1qCqpHCOaIcJ42Ov_ozkp0CeiBV-VWKELOg/edit#gid=1028535823)
Carolina heads down the pathway, but can hear shouting above and in the distance. To the right there seems to be a drop deeper into the vessel, while the left seems to lead to a portion you hadn't completely been able to identify from above.

The lifesaver glances to Snowfox as they carry on, turning off your limbs, then dimming your senses considerably, losing feeling in most of your body.
"Well, Nurse Shark is currently unavailable, and she's normally the one we call for such requests, however I could get a Toolcircuit to come by if you want, maybe get some of the things you'd need machined while we handle repairs. You don't look like a quick job, after all..."

[Ionbound]

Ocelot nods and, after a moment's hesitation, presses enter, smiling as tears well up in her eyes and she says, choked up, "I-I never met him. I...I wonder...If he would have liked me. If he wanted to meet me..."

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Carolina begins heading further down, boosting down the hallway to try to get there and put some distance between her and her pursuers.

[Eshkigal]

"Meet you, definitely. Like you...probably?"
Bones shrugs.
"I...am bad at this. Don't really talk with people much. Best you can do is prove you're a good hunter, in his memory. Honor the legacy he would want to leave."

Heading down the hallway, you can see some of the elevators hit ground level, and hear the beat of feet as cursing soldiers march forward, larger sets of feet tromping behind them. You still have another ten seconds before your Boost recharges, and you've probably got people before you too. However, you may have options.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot smiles and says, "Yeah. And that's what I'm going to do. I'll make him proud, by being the best hunter I can be." She then laughs, a little at Bones's expense and a little at her own, before continuing, "Sorry about bringing my personal baggage into this. I just...I never though I'd get to see him. But knowing that a part of him lives on in me...I'm happier than you could possibly imagine."

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Carolina realised she just stirred up a hornet's nest. She knew she would have better chances of finishing the mission if she avoided as much confrontations as possible and quickly blow up the ship, but she wasn't a fast or sneaky type, so she would have to fight off some of them. Right now, she had to figure out a way to get out of this mess. She then had an idea. She aimed her guns at the wall and began firing acid rounds. "Moment of truth." she said to herself. If she creates a big enough hole, she will fly through it and then begin firing at the waterline of the ship, hoping to breach it and start flooding it.

[BluesEclipse]

"Not a problem," Snowfox replies calmly. "Hmm... well, I know there are some basic things that could be done - minor work to provide better aquatic capability. A higher-pressure system for my mist sprayer..." Thinking for a moment, he then says, "actually, there's an idea. If I also get the parts installed to have a pressurized water sprayer alongside the nitrogen mist, I could easily flash-freeze the ground over an area, and get skate-like foot attachments to move along that. So that'll mean some work on the feet - probably can get the mag systems upgraded there as well, for better grip on walls. Beyond that, a grapple line installation would be the only other thing I can come up with that would require any new parts, or modifications. I don't know how long it would take the Toolcircuits to put all that stuff together, but it probably won't be as long as fixing me up will take."

[tonberryking]

She brings her arms out from behind her back, gesturing to the knife you glimpsed to a few times with a taloned hand.
"The data from most of Vienna is finally getting coordinated properly, but at least a bit of it should be ready. They may be able to take any data in that dinky little thing and make it something you enjoy."

"I don't really enjoy this, ma'am, but I would like this salvaged rather than keep sticking it to the back of my shoulder." Aleah is a bit blunt, but by this point, it would seem wiser not to lie to the giant rex-robot.

"I suppose this means I'll be upgrading my gear... I'd like to hear your recommendations..."

[Eshkigal]

Steel Tyrannos gives a grunt to Aleah's question, crossing her arms in front.
"Tends to be a bad spot for me to figure out. I only got a VWES last year, kid, and I either toss'em in there, or sell them to upgrade everything else. A full rehaul's not my sorta thing in the end, same with the fancier stuff when you can get by with some wits and some muscle."
She pauses, tail swaying behind her.
"That said, these were small fry, so best to use them to get something good. Doubt most people'd have much reason to buy any of this lot. Ram's probably mucking about in the lab, too-drunken sod always is tweaking his pneumatics. Could fly it by him, or get one of the eggheads from R&D down here. Now, anything else? If not, dismissed to get yourself some staying power you'll enjoy."

The lifesaver nods to Snowfox, even as they begin detaching your dermal armoring in full, leaving you at your barest frame.
"Understood. We'll get a Toolcircuit over to talk with you shortly. Please, try not to sneeze, by the way-more dust would be a pain for your systems as they are."
Indeed, it seems they still have free hands as one of the diminuitive reploids comes in not ten minutes later. Guess most are still trying to get repairs done. Talking with the Toolcircuit leads to a full day in medical, though after a certain point four hours in you are moved in full to R&D's machining bay, watching each piece of your new systems take shape and get installed, the Toolcircuit going through step by step process with you. Eventually, you are discharged for your actual R&R, and sent back to Artillery almost a new bot.

Bones looks to Ocelot, then away after a short while.
"As I said. Had siblings once. Once. Not in the normal sense either-it would get too weird for us otherwise, being cookie cutter soldiers, after all. However, sometimes you make packs, and sometimes they make you regret it."
Bones looks around, before keying in a code.
"Here, have an egghead do it. 16th would have some interesting ideas for you. Just need to pick up and confirm the mechanic's here for you to get back up and keep fighting the good fight."
Stepping out, she makes her way to the pad, just as a small reploid arrives. More mechaniloid in presence than reploid, there is still a spark of intellect greater than your own behind it.
"I trust that you are prepared?"

Carolina unleashes a barrage of bullets at the side wall, each shattering against the wall with the hiss of corrosive agents eating away at the side. But will it be enough?

(Please roll 9 sets of marksmanship(clumping that can actually get rid of a heavily reinforced wall built to take on such assaults if it all hits), followed by damage. DC for marksmanship is 15, need 6 successes and a minimum of two near failures.)

[MichaelGoldclaw]

up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, start

[roll0][roll1]
[roll2][roll3]
[roll4][roll5]
[roll6][roll7]
[roll8][roll9]
[roll10][roll11]
[roll12][roll13]
[roll14][roll15]
[roll16][roll17]

[Eshkigal]

As the wall bubbles and hisses, slowly degrading, Carolina can hear the tromp of armored feet on steel. They'd be on her soon, the first wave of Hoganmer and Beret forces showing up at either end of the hall. However, there is respite as, between her three cannons, a slagged hole forms that could allow a reploid maybe 3/4 her size to pass. Another volley would do it. Or she could try with her own two hands
(6 rolls DC 10, either marksmanship or Athetics. Must pass 3)

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Carolina looks at the hole. Just a little more. She moves to get closer to it. She then puts her hands on the edges of the hole and then attempts to pry it open.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]

As Cyborg would say, BO-YAH!

[Ionbound]

Ocelot nods, still smiling blearily and says, "It was nice talking to you. See you around," as she starts heading towards the pad.

Once she's there, she nods to the Mechloid and says, "Where are we headed to?"

[Eshkigal]

Carolina moves up to the sides of the hole she melted, giving the sides mighty blows, causing them to bend further out. She manages to make enough space for her wings to wiggle through just as the first shots of plasma are fired, barely missing her as she shoves a shoulder into the side one last time to bend and break the metal further, passing right where her head had been. Looking to the sides, the Hoganmers have formed a shield wall, the Beret traitors behind them opening fire just as the Gunvolts, big, blocky, and armless frame passes the gap, the mindless mechaniloids stocky legs slowly turning it to face you, protective covers still on their missile tubes and electric pulse generators. Seems like it may be time to go.

(Mechloid's racist, fire :p)
The Toolcircuit stares at you impassively, dull monotone coming back.
"To your labs. The process will take some time, and you did not forward a list of items over save for the old data."
When you get there, the lab seems empty, though the vault is closing. You think you catch a glimpse of an eight bit picture of something beneath a weapon, but that would just be silly!

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Carolina looks at the hole and smirks. They have no idea how much trouble they are in If she can break through the hull, then that means she can break through the waterline. Once that happens, the ship will flood and lose buoyancy quickly. Her arms once again entered into the compartments in her wings and her legs entered into her fuselage and tail. She then began to fly away while firing at the waterline.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot sighs and says a little sheepishly, "Yeah, sorry about that. The whole 'nearly dying' thing takes a lot out of you. But you have the upgrade data now, right?"

[BluesEclipse]

With his repairs complete and new upgrades installed, Snowfox spends some of his free time going over the mission. That mission could've gone much worse - especially if I hadn't had the backup I did. More firepower is definitely a good thing, and the weapons upgrades I got will certainly help. But at the same time... I didn't even catch sight of the sniper before they took me down. I need to work on that... I wonder if there's anyone who might be able to help. Thinking for a moment, he mutters to himself, "Hmm... not entirely certain what the best way would be to train things like that, other than getting myself shot at - and I don't feel like putting myself back in Medical so soon. The recon division needs to be pretty quick to move, though - and I already have the benefit of knowing someone there, somewhat. Maybe I can track Ocelot down for some help - if nothing else, she may be able to give me some ideas on how to practice this without risking any serious harm." His plan set, he decides to try and track down his colleague from the last mission, hoping that he can at least get some ideas on how to better improve his own skills.

[Eshkigal]

Carolina, you fire into the sides, but while the acid pockmarks the walls of the vessel, it doesn't make it's way through. Seems you need to concentrate fire on one spot. However, it also seems that, as you circle the vessel, the cannons seem to be trying to lock in on you with how close you are. Though the lifts seem to have gotten some of the crew back up, a gunvolt sitting in the hole you made.

The Toolcircuit nods, still in a monotone which seems to be the norm for it.
"Yes, as well as supplies for a number of normal installations."
The Toolcircuit heads to a computer terminal, typing at a speed you know you couldn't match, bringing up a number of schematics, as well as data on your design, considered upgrades of your frame given by your designers, and more traits that could be useful.

Snowfox goes to a screen by the teleporter pads, and browses for Ocelot. Seems she is in the Second, on downtime for her service in Vienna still. Then again, there's an entire regiment around you as is, that would also have similar information on not dying.

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox nods, and muses to himself, "Looks like she's on downtime as well for the moment, so there's no rush. But... I suppose what works for her might not suit me that well. I'm built for a completely different purpose. Maybe some of the others here can offer some suggestions..." With that, he makes a note to try and catch up with her later, and heads out to look for some of the more experienced hunters of the Fifteenth Division.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot nods as she looks at the schematics and says, "These look pretty good. How much are they all going to cost, total?"

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Carolina looks at the minimal damage she has made and decides to change how she approaches this. She flies to the side opposite of where she made the hole and then begins to hover a few inches away from the hull and then begins firing at one spot at the waterline.

[Eshkigal]

The Toolcircuit runs the upgrade list through quickly, and looks to you.
"Altogether, this will be 66,000 zenny, using the data marked from your hunt. I assume this is acceptable?"
Quite a bit of your paycheck, but that does leave a nice bit left...

Snowfox heads into the 15th's barracks, noting that plenty of the force looks recently repaired. A giant of a reploid with what seems to be magnetic drivers is talking to some humans, carrying crates out to the yard, some guys look more like tanks than anything else, and as you walk into the range, it's a long percussion of ordinance down the rows, as a poor and tattered wall that looks sturdier than the rest of Command takes impact after impact, targets occasionally just giving up the fight. Could be good to practice with your own new toys, after all...

Carolina, The nine bullets splatter across the hull, three melting through the wall noticeably, but not quite piercing through. The cannons are following you as you fly, though the mavs seem to be coordinating them with your hole, and they're beginning to fire-still high, but slowly falling to your position. Gonna get hot on the next pass, unless you start messing with them. The gunvolts also begin firing, their missiles sailing high this time but providing a screen that may be deterrent to rising.
(Another 9 marksmanship to try, 2 evasions, DC 10 to start. 3 evasion checks to avoid gunfire if you decide to take out the cannons)

[Ionbound]

Ocelot nods and says, "Sounds good. Let's get this started, huh?"

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox scans the firing range, taking a moment to look over the various types of weaponry being exhibited. After a moment of that, he finds an open spot and decides to try and run through his various weapons - both the old, and the new.

[Eshkigal]

The Toolcircuit nods, gesturing to the table.
"This will take some time. Disconnect your leg armor, we'll start from the ground up."
As soon as you jump up onto the slab and slide your leg sheathes off, he turns them off and gets to work, explaining slowly as he goes along with each step, carving conduits into your very bones, strengthening them, laying wires to connect to a beefier looking EAS system to handle the strain of more constant bursts and a heavier dash. Locking those back on, the next part is into your chest, though he gives you a nice little tip on EAS kicks launching people and hurting pretty damn bad. Several components are swapped out, him talking to you about exactly what he is doing as he does it, including expanding a shoulder to hold an emitter that looks rather suspiciously similar to how your EAS systems looked before, confirming the link up. He then moves on to your back armor, modifying it as well to account for the new system, and to have a secondary piece-a long emitter that rises forward to lock into the shoulder mounted plasma emitter. From there, several more systems are installed, strange coatings and materials being applied to your armor, then busters as vents are added. Finally, he modifies your head, opening it up for a bit to fine tune your body even further. After a number of hours, though, you are finally allowed to have your body move again, and get up a new reploid. Looking into your VWES, your find Magnet Mine is available, your arms changing to be a magenta and gold hue from their darker orange.

Charging your missiles seems to feel natural, as the world shakes and shudders around you from armaments that take all number of forms. Letting loose, they give a bit more recoil, a heavier kick as the larger object takes off. Watching it sail downrange, the head splits open into a cluster of smaller missiles, making impacts all over the target and covering it and most of the area around it in ice. You then swap to the Nitrogen Sprayer, and notice how it leaves a long furrow, then swapping over, the target trying to push back against it but slowly sliding back, noting the path the sprayer makes until the guy next to you just shoots a gout of fire that looks more fitting from a space shuttle. Deciding it's getting a bit hot, you back off, heading towards a sparring ring with drones, pooling out the new grapnel/flail. No time to try learning it like the present...
(Give me some marksmanship rolls with it)

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox nods to himself, looking over the drones. Turning his focus towards a nearby one, he aims the grapnel and launches it forward towards one of the drones, and begins working with it to get a feel for the weapon/tool.

Not sure how many you need, so here's 10 rolls:
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]
[roll6]
[roll7]
[roll8]
[roll9]

[Eshkigal]

As the drones hover around, Snowfox begins to flick his flail about. It's tricky, not being used to having something chained to your wrist compared to how you're normally used to it, striking only five drones total. One of the other Hunters comes closer, a large framed humanoid who seems to be have several rocket tubes built into his back.
"Just getting used to them, huh?"

Meanwhile, in the Second, a large automaton looking reploid can be found carrying a large collection into one of the rooms, a link to the medical offices open. Greer had just gotten his notice to join the Second after time in the Fourth, Ninth, Twelfth, Thirteenth, Fourteenth, and Sixteenth, all of which had been rather nice to him. So many books, so many framed pieces. All of which are suspicously similar, framed and extravagant versions of the Hippocratic Oath. All from his friends in the other divisions. He had just finished getting the last of his boxes into his room when his comms came on, the sound of his new CO's voice coming on over the crackling, elder system.
"Greer, got a mission for you from Command. Seems they have a hunt you'd be ideal for."

Meanwhile, down in the Detention level, a tall, almost humanoid reploid escorts a small avian framed reploid, the smaller one having three temporary replacement limbs that are currently tethered together, dark green frame clashing with the yellowish orange limbs as the bald avian head looks down at the ground. Lockdown Oni had recently joined the 14th, having gotten through the officer testing, however he also had been given some other responsibilities. Ones that, at the moment, had him in the detention level as a guard for the mavericks imprisoned within, staring at the cells as he passes by, their inhabitants pacing, glaring, glowering, calling out and trying to bang on the forcefield keeping them in, burning away paint. Due to his abilities, he was considered an ideal guard, potentially even more, for the detention levels. Which is why he was down in the detention cells, escorting Raining Vulture back to her cell from interrogation, that he found the first bodies.
Other guards, mass productions from the look of it, frozen in crystalline frames, one caught mid turn and the other shattered into a million pieces. Vulture looks panicked, backing away, shrinking away. Seems terrified.

[Glint]

Meanwhile, in the Second, a large automaton looking reploid can be found carrying a large collection into one of the rooms, a link to the medical offices open. Greer had just gotten his notice to join the Second after time in the Fourth, Ninth, Twelfth, Thirteenth, Fourteenth, and Sixteenth, all of which had been rather nice to him. So many books, so many framed pieces. All of which are suspicously similar, framed and extravagant versions of the Hippocratic Oath. All from his friends in the other divisions. He had just finished getting the last of his boxes into his room when his comms came on, the sound of his new CO's voice coming on over the crackling, elder system.
"Greer, got a mission for you from Command. Seems they have a hunt you'd be ideal for."


"Glad to hear it. Man, you guys in the Second really do move fast. I haven't even had time to get unpacked.".

Greer turns around to leave, then looks at the door. A door totally blocked off by a pile of carborators and nitrous-6 tanks. With a sigh, he starts picking them up in his immense primary hand, delicately piling the first of the hundred-pound tanks off to the side.

"Fill me in. It's going to take me a minute to get down there..."

[Ionbound]

Ocelot smiles as she flexes her new body once the procedure is over and says, "Thanks. I owe ya one." She briefly salutes as she heads out to the bar, deciding to get a drink to recover from the brief but intense blast of sadness before anything else.

[TheMaddness]

Meanwhile, down in the Detention level, a tall, almost humanoid reploid escorts a small avian framed reploid, the smaller one having three temporary replacement limbs that are currently tethered together, dark green frame clashing with the yellowish orange limbs as the bald avian head looks down at the ground. Lockdown Oni had recently joined the 14th, having gotten through the officer testing, however he also had been given some other responsibilities. Ones that, at the moment, had him in the detention level as a guard for the mavericks imprisoned within, staring at the cells as he passes by, their inhabitants pacing, glaring, glowering, calling out and trying to bang on the forcefield keeping them in, burning away paint. Due to his abilities, he was considered an ideal guard, potentially even more, for the detention levels. Which is why he was down in the detention cells, escorting Raining Vulture back to her cell from interrogation, that he found the first bodies.
Other guards, mass productions from the look of it, frozen in crystalline frames, one caught mid turn and the other shattered into a million pieces. Vulture looks panicked, backing away, shrinking away. Seems terrified.

One large hand, armored and clawed in black and blue, comes to grasp Vulture's shoulder. "Now, now, little bird, no need to cower, im sure you've seen your fair share of bodies."Lockdown says softly, smirking down at the maverick in a way that lacked warmth or mirth, eyes glinting slightly as his gaze swept over the fallen guards."Unless you're more worried about another 'guest' you forgot you invited...?"

While he spoke, his free hand calmly withdrew the large metal bat from it's holding along his shoulder, casually keeping it by his side as he guided the prisoner in front of him, careful to avoid the remains, or possibly captured bodies of his fellow guards.
"Look at it this way: The sooner you're behind the walls of your cell, the safer you'll be."

[tonberryking]

Aleah keeps watching that tail, as if afraid it will swing outwards and belt her one. She hopes her nerves aren't as visible as she feels them. Instead, she excuses herself, warily watching the dinosaur until she's out the door.

She heard a name drop that interests her, out of practicality more than earnest interest. Ram. Rather than go right back to her living quarters to pay Jungle a much needed visit, Aleah heads to the RnD labs, passing by fellow 14ths here and there, hoping she won't be scared off by whatever rigging ideas someone implied to be drunk could come up with...

[BluesEclipse]

"Yeah..." Snowfox replies, a slight frown on his face as he glances down at the grapnel for a moment. "Picked it up with the hope of boosting my mobility - I'm not really built for close quarters work, and I figured the more ways I have to get out of direct combat and to a good firing point, the better." Shrugging, he looks back at his fellow Hunter and says, "I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Hailstorm Snowfox."

[Eshkigal]

She shudders, but follows obediently. As you walk, though, she speaks up.
"It...I-I just wanted them to stop h...hurting me. They kept...kept hurting me, k...killing me again and again, modifying me. Kept hurting Charge. Killed his brother."
She stops talking after that, as you begin finding more bodies, this time a group of eight. However she stops, looking at one before ports slide open in her torso. Before you can smash her to scrap, though, a calm blue energy crackles across you and the OS-Tyr that's missing an arm, as you can tell when the crystalline structure breaks around one to let it slump to the ground, groaning. You feel better than you would normally, and Vulture just looks away from you both.
"I don't want any of them to take me. Not again. Will you retire who did this?"
As the OS-Tyr slowly pushes himself up, looking around almost groggily, he spots you and the prisoner, trying to salute with the lost arm.
"Sir! Sir, there's a maverick loose! I...I think it was a mouse, sir, had an ax that looked large as you, and shot some strange gel. I...what happened to the others?"
The Tyr seems to be disoriented, but Vulture is still trying to keep him conscious at least.

"Right then. Greer, you are going after one Sprayer Octopod. Civilian design, went maverick shortly after construction. Was designed to spray a paint that actually can reduce damage from plasma, part of some plan to mitigate damages from mavericks. Always delightful how it always goes to ****. Anyway, he recently was found in Honolulu, lost his safehouse, and is holed up in a mall construction site. Unknown situation, unknown number of allies, and he has likely hijacked a number of the construction mechaniloids and updated their paintjobs, if you catch my drift. So that means Command needs someone to scout the area out, and likely gut the bastard. Someone like you who isn't reliant on weapons Octopod can disperse. That said, one of his known tactics is to sneak up on an enemy, blind'em, and then try to tear them apart-another reason Command likely chose you, you know how to handle yourself if he gets his tentacles on you. There have already been casualties, so move fast."
There's a pause, then Koala speaks into the comms again.
"Also, Command still hasn't given you permission for human patients, and your restraining order on any wounded human is still in effect. Only transport, no operating. Got it?"

As Aleah nears the 14th's division labs, she can hear some random conversation from within, as most of the force she passes are rank and file.
"-ee what this puppy c'n friggin' DO!"
"Ram wait shouldn't we-AUUUGHHH!"
There is whirring followed a loud crash from the room, the tinkling noise of what sounds like expensive glass shattering, crashes from within, and when you get to it, you see a large ram on his ass, holding what seems to be a number of beam sabers and busters welded to what looks for the life of you like a souped up lawnmower engine. Across from him is an orange, canine looking reploid, which after emerging seems to be a corgi. One who is missing an arm and ended up blasted across the room.
"Ram, why do I let you hold anything...ever?"
Looking closer at the ram, it seems to be covered in dark green armor, neck and limbs seeming to slide to different lengths with a hiss of air-smells a bit strange though, so could be a different form of gas. Two large horns curl at the sides of his face, which seems long and jolly, a tuft of what seems to be brown fur hangs from his chin as he scoffs a bit.
"Ah, Cee, dinnae be like thae, ya ken tha' this'll be a laugh when ya pull it out inna field. 'Sides, last I heard Greer went to th' Second, poor bastards."

Ocelot heads down to the Eucalyptus Tree, the bar the Second has. Stepping in, you see a few hunters about, a marmoset, a bat you saw sleeping outside before, a Beret carrying a large number of knives, and the bartender-a half blown away Beret, missing an arm and an eye, welded to his side as they look over what seems to be some papers. Moving up to them, you see that it seems to be a design for a new version of ride chaser. Huh, nifty that.

The hunter offers a hand, long and spindly.
"Blowback. Can't blame you, they do help a lot. Still, you can't cast it quite like that."
He flicks a couple out, grabbing the heads of the hooks first, then feeding some line.
"Until you get the hang of it, start simple. You need to learn to feel how it moves, so keep it close to start. Then, as you learn it, begin feeding it out more. Treat it as close range until you get it right, or just as a zipline for now. Not something to rely on any time soon."
He begins moving the lines about lightly, swinging them like flail heads a bit as he moves in to one of the drones, hitting it before extending the other line, hitting another as he arcs the line, then further a third time to drag a drone to him.

[Glint]

What about cyborgs, sir? I could totally fix a cyborg, I've seen Terminator 2, I know how this works. Really, it didn't matter what kind of squishy bits were coincidentally attached to the other end. A fix was a fix.

"... still human. And I will remind you that your gag order on any public mention or reference to the 'Terminator' franchise remains in effect." Koala hung up with a definitive click.

Greer sighed. Sadly, it seemed command was still keeping that silly restriction in place. Even though, really, they should have realized that rule had been the first sign of the impending maverick rebellion. Why else would Sigma offer him a position in the hunters, and make it contingent upon never providing medical attention to any human?

Anyway, before he went on the mission, there were a couple things he'd need to pick up first. It was, after all, three in the morning Honolulu time. Cleaning up two-bit mavs usually was done during daylight hours, to allow hunters better target discrimination and lower collateral damage. Doubtless Command had decided that fighting a stealth maverick in the dark would even the playing field, but that still meant tracking Octopode down was finding a needle in a haystack.

And the solution to that was obvious to a walking electromagnet. He'd just have to make Octopode come to him.

Greer swiped his key card at the maintenance locker, scribbled something unintelligible on the checkout slip, and cracked it open. Logistics in Geneva had never been great, and as he expected, there was a heap of Shipboard Personnel Personal Safety equipment piled in the back. Dusting off a bright orange construction jacket (which resembled more a tarp than anything else), a hardhat, some safety glasses, and a flaregun, Greer was soon fully prepared for both his mission, and any surprise OSHA inspections. He slung the hazard-reflector-covered container over one shoulder, to complete the disguise.

Heading into the teleporter, Greer pulled out his comm and dialed up Navigation. "Greer heading out on my mission. Would you folks be so kind as to give me some info on the construction company. Who's supposed to be there tonight, who got injured, what mechanaloids do they have, and who's the boss?"

Octopodes had gone rogue shortly after construction. Greer'd seen enough of that in construction mavs to know what it meant. Hitting a different construction site the moment the situation got hot confirmed it - kid had a chip on his shoulder about authority. Would steer clear of a hunter coming to retire him, but would have a hard time passing up a chance to stick it to a total bastard of a foreman.

Particularly one who called in drunk to complain about his workers not clocking out for their midnight shifts, who was coming straight on down to the site to show them who was boss.

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox takes the Hunter's hand, and listens intently to the more experienced member of his squad, paying careful attention to both the verbal instructions and the demonstration accompanying them. Nodding, he answers, "More precise than I'm used to, then... something to keep in mind. My weapons tend to be more wide-area than anything, so it's a bit different." Unwinding a bit of the line himself, he moves closer to one of the drones and swings the grapnel a bit before casting it out, paying careful attention to the motion of the line and the sensation it carries with it, whether on a successful grapple or on a wide cast of the hook. Reeling it back in, he begins repeating the process, saying to Blowback, "Definitely don't think it's something I'm going to try in combat yet, unless I absolutely have to."

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]
[roll6]
[roll7]
[roll8]
[roll9]

[TheMaddness]

Lockdown's gaze lingers on Vulture curiously as she goes on about her story. Granted, it could have been an act. It's not like he read, or even had access to, everything on every maverick in this facility. Even he didnt have that kind of time. That said, it wasnt exactly an unbelievable story. Mavericks were as varied in their cooperation and treatment of each other as they were in their various psychosis.
He tenses up when she makes a move towards one of the Tyrs, but relaxes when he see the reploid come to.
"Well, keep this up, and your future might be brighter then you think...As for whoever did this, that depends entirely on how they react to their punishment."He comments as he moves up to the awakened guard.
"Dont worry about the others, just try not to move too much. This Maverick, do you know if he was an inmate, or broke in? And did you see where he went?" Lockdown asks evenly, trying to keep the damaged reploid calm and focused.
While he waits for an answer, He taps Vulture's shoulder, and subtly gestures towards the other crystalized guards that are intact. Is there any hope for them?

[Ionbound]

Ocelot smiles and gives the injured Beret a salute as she sits down and says, "Give me a White Russian. The good stuff."

[Eshkigal]

Ocelot goes to the crippled bartender, apparently called Leonardo, for the White Russian and with a grin he gets an old fashioned glass out, alongside some vodka, a darker liquid you assume is the coffee liqueur, and what seems to be cream, pulling out a small vial as well and putting it on the side.
"Coming right up, miss. Nanites or no nanites?"
He gets to work as he speaks, pouring the White Russian's components with an ease you wouldn't expect out of someone so maimed, leaving the extra piece out for now.

Vulture looks over the others, but shakes her head sadly.
"Need medical supplies, even then questionable. Lifesavers would be your best bet."
Meanwhile, the Tyr is trying to get his head straight, slowly focusing on you more and more.
"I...I don't know where he went, but had to be a break in. Mavericks are stripped of all external weapons and have their internals locked as part of operating procedure. Should we initiate a lockdown, sir?"

MISSION START (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXhWeHIarv8)
Greer heads to the pad after pulling out the goggles from the OSHA kit that are actually sized for his head, and in a flash of white finds himself across the world, in what seems to be a hotel, judging by how well maintained the area is, the pillars around you, and the fact that a drunken man in a half buttoned Hawaiian shirt and swim trunks that seem to be on the ground as he faces a pillar, slurring as he talks.
"Ah, hey! Er, Aloha! How'd you get in the bathroom?"
As he speaks, he pulls said swim trunks off the ground clumsily, looking about.
"This is the bathroom, right?"

"Nice meeting ya, Snowfox."
He watches as you hook a few more this time around, nodding.
"Better, but you need to work on form more, so practice with it. Or maybe work with a spotter a lot, I heard Flares tends to have some missions apart from Wisent. She's also damn good in a scrap. Unless you're a Demo Man? Artillery tends to work with her a lot."

[Ionbound]

Ocelot nods and says, "Yeah. I'm in the mood to just...Take a break from thinking."

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Carolina gets as close as she can to the hull of the ship, trying to use the shape of the ship as cover while she focus on one spot on the waterline, hoping to get a hole big enough to tear open.

Dodge
[roll0]
[roll1]

Fire
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]
[roll6]
[roll7]
[roll8]
[roll9]
[roll10]

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox nods, and replies, "Yeah, I may not look it but I'm built for demolitions and artillery work. Don't know Flares, but it sounds like she might be able to help me somewhat. Any suggestions on where I could find her?"

[tonberryking]

Aleah blinks, wondering what her processors are showing her until she assumes the worst. She stomps into the labs, hovering over the corgi, trying to both help him to his feet and to chew the both of them out. She's suddenly back in her role as a cop, after having caught two no good kids playing with hand grenades they think are fireworks.

"What is going ON here!? she half-yells with an authoritative voice, mostly aimed toward Ram, but she's pretty clearly cheesed at anyone who was in the room when this happened.

"I'm new to the 14th, but this cannot be proper laboratory procedure for testing new weapons! Who's in charge here and why have they permitted this?! Sir," this to the corgi, "Are your internals still functioning? I'm sorry about your arm, but we need to get you out of here now!"

[Glint]

What about cyborgs, sir? I could totally fix a cyborg, I've seen Terminator 2, I know how this works. Really, it didn't matter what kind of squishy bits were coincidentally attached to the other end. A fix was a fix.


MISSION START (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXhWeHIarv8)
Greer heads to the pad after pulling out the goggles from the OSHA kit that are actually sized for his head, and in a flash of white finds himself across the world, in what seems to be a hotel, judging by how well maintained the area is, the pillars around you, and the fact that a drunken man in a half buttoned Hawaiian shirt and swim trunks that seem to be on the ground as he faces a pillar, slurring as he talks.
"Ah, hey! Er, Aloha! How'd you get in the bathroom?"
As he speaks, he pulls said swim trunks off the ground clumsily, looking about.
"This is the bathroom, right?"

... while he couldn't practice medicine hands-on, Greer still needed to get more diagnostic practice. This man was drunk, yes. But how drunk?

He ducked behind the opposite pillar and shrieked. "Get out of the ladies room!".

"Ohgod sorrysorrysorry, the drunk said, springing up, and immediately running into the wall. Swim trunks catching his foot as he stumbled to recover, he fell flat on his butt, knocking his head onto the pillar he'd been leaning against.

Well, a trained medical professional would test for a concussion, or report the incident to another authority, but Koala had been quite clear. Greer spun his head around for witnesses, and, finding none, muttered, ""...I saw nothing.", and continued out into fresher air.

While his navigator rattled off force composiions and layouts, Greer pulled out an antique iPhone 20, navigating the cracked screen more by memory than sight, and arranged for a pickup.



In a few minutes, he was just a couple blocks from the construction site. Greer stood up in the truckbed, leaned over to tip his Uber driver, and watched as the pickup vanished into the night.

The footpath down to the construction site itself wound its way through the trees. Halfway down, he dropped Sinister V, angled to face the construction site. Roman candles were pretty useless as weapons, but a good fighter never let himself be hit by a projectile on the off-chance it was totally ineffective. In fact, with octopodes covered in anti-plasma defenses, the fact that the 'bolts' were totally ineffective would only help convince him there was a very real and very angry hunter coming to save the day.

Hopefully that'd get some of the mechanaloids out of play, once he triggered it. It would be a shame to destroy good construction equipment. It was a shame to waste good alcohol, too, but a spray of paint-thinner across the face would keep things from sticking too well and help sell the look... or sell the smell, at least.

Dropping power to his left leg by 10% to get a drunken stagger, Greer started cussing out the pissant slackers who were ripping him the hell off with their fake overtime and lousy work ethic and lack of RESPECT. The service entrance was just a little further, and the fire escape was to his rigeht - if anything started rumbling out of the darknes at him he'd hope it couldn't climb stairs.

[ionoftheshadows]

Dante goes around doing his normal routine and afterwards heads out for a drink
(edit:sorry i havent been on ive been really busy)

[Eshkigal]

When Aleah barks Ram panickedly fumbles with the new device before ineffectually hiding it behind his back, trying to look casual. Meanwhile, the corgi shoots him another withering glare. When the dog speaks, you notice a British accent too.
"First off, it's Miss, and don't worry too much, I didn't have the arm when I came in to make sure he wasn't about to do just that since aside from Garm, I may take a hit the best from this git brother of mine. LieutenantMetal Corgi by the way."
She offers her remaining arm out to shake yours, as Ram struggles to get up with digitrade legs and hands holding a large mass of random crap behind him.
"Barely even left a dent, really. But-Ram wait there's-"
There is a hiss, a yelp, and a crash as Ram ends up with his head in the roof. Two stories up. Corgi sighs, shaking her head.
"Good with tech, bad with thinking past new toy. I blame him bashing his skull into so many walls, personally."
She goes over and grabs onto a leg with a leap, trying to weigh him down enough to pull out of his hole.
"So! Welcome to the Fourteenth and all that, who are you?"

Blowback thinks for a moment before nodding.
"Last I saw her she was headed to the Savers. Just got back from a mission after a debrief."

Leonardo nods, pouring the nanites in quickly, the clear liquid disappearing among the booze quickly.
"Been there a few times myself. Of course, had more of myself when I did. Speaking of those days...thanks for watching out for Morris and Allison, even if Kilroy didn't make it back."
He slides the drink over after, giving you a respectful head bow.

Carolina fires, unleashing another salvo of acidic shots on the ship, and watches with satisfaction as she can see a hole widen in the side until she could possibly step in. The innards she is looking at though are full of expensive, massive, and above all, FRAGILE looking electronics that are quite likely keeping the overly armored vessel afloat.

Greer, as you wander into the empty construction site, the first thing that strikes you is how quiet the area is. Looking about, it seems far too silent, not even the mechaniloids currently going as you gaze about. You slowly stagger and drag yourself into the largest building, still mostly a bolted and welded together pile of ibeams, rising into the sky. Which, as you walk in, muttering and bellowing drunkenly, seems to still have some activity as an I Beam falls directly in front of you. Looking up, more are on the way, a sextet of Scrivers undoing the work on ibeams and scampering to the next.
(4 evasion checks please)

Dante, it takes some questions, but you eventually find out where the bar is located, known as the Ring. Heading there, you see that it seems to be one of the more heavily reinforced buildings on site, actually, the tables inside heavily reinforced and looking like you could actually take cover behind them. Though, admittedly, a lot of the furniture looked designed with the intent that you can use it as cover, but in comparison it seemed to be overkill. At least until you noticed that several of the bar's current inhabitants are strewn about, one in a fan, as a rather drunken looking and battered humanshape wobbles to and fro, armor having had paint burnt away and half a hand missing, one eye welded shut on the currently scarred up humanshape takes a few steps towards the bar, sitting down and downing another drink as the others groan and get up, a huge looking humanshape-a Kralmacht, you think, though the arms look seriously modified-looks to him from behind the wooden bar.
"You know if you hurt my oak with that little tussle, you'd all be parts, right?"
The humanshape gives a laugh, shaking his head as the others he decked slowly join him, each ordering a drink of their own.
"You and everyone else on base, Frank."

[Ionbound]

Ocelot nods and says, "Yeah." She drinks quickly, draining the glass in only a few drinks, then continues, "I mean...I dunno. I just...I just wanna make my brother proud of me. But...But...He's dead. And...So I never will, you know...I...I don't even know what he would've thought of me." She lays her head on the bar and says, as tears begin to flow, "'s not fair...I just wanted to meet him...One time..."

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox thinks for a moment before nodding. "Thanks - both for the advice with this and for pointing me in her direction. If you need anything, let me know, Blowback. For now, I think I'm going to go track her down and see if I can get her to help me get used to this thing." With the other hunter's response, he turns and leaves the range, deciding to try and track Flares down - hopefully she's willing to help out a bit with learning the ropes. And I need to make sure not to use that pun when talking to her, Snowfox muses.

[Glint]

The first I-beam hit Greer square on the head. He staggered to the side, barely avoiding the second and third. The last one dropped right in front of him. Greer grabbed it midair, raising a shower of sparks from the slowing steel as his massive hand clamped down on it.

"You idiots!" Greer shouted from below, gesturing with the beam. "You could have killed someone! Now I have to waste more of my time filing an incident report."

He takes off the hardhat, now permanently squashed by the weight of the beam.
"These hats aren't free, you know! This is coming out of your pay, and while I don't know how you continental and foreign bastards do things over there, here in Hawaii it's always Lefty-Loosey Righty-Tighty. Now get down here.

The scriveners weren't really a threat so long as they weren't above him. With his enormous strength, Greer threw the beam at the half-constructed framework above him. Nobody paid money for earthquake-proof equipment unless they had to. The scriveners would fall like vine-ripe walnuts or some other kind of vegetable.

Greer wasn't really into cooking.

That said, if he couldn't stop the mechanaloids from dropping more beams, he wouldn't really be into the building either. When the going got tough, the tough got going, and there were few tougher than him.

[TheMaddness]

Vulture looks over the others, but shakes her head sadly.
"Need medical supplies, even then questionable. Lifesavers would be your best bet."
Meanwhile, the Tyr is trying to get his head straight, slowly focusing on you more and more.
"I...I don't know where he went, but had to be a break in. Mavericks are stripped of all external weapons and have their internals locked as part of operating procedure. Should we initiate a lockdown, sir?"


Lockdown Oni frowns, showing his teeth. "Ugh. Thanks for the Info soldier. if your stasis function is still working, i'd activate it and sit tight. I'll get the brass on the horn." He gives the Tyr a quick salute before turning to Vulture.
"YOU have a choice to make. You can stay out and help, and I can put you in a cell where you'll be safe till this is over, one way or the other. It's up to you."
Not waiting for the answer, Oni turns around and open a wireless connection to Hunter Command." Rho, this is Lockdown Oni, in the brig. We have a probable break in, definite Maverick attack in here, several wounded and possibly KIA. Im requesting Lifesaver support and initiating lock down, and proceeding to apprehend the SOB responsible."

[Eshkigal]

Leonardo sighs as Ocelot tries crying, but find you have no tearducts.
"You got hit as bad as Treefrog then, huh. Damn shame. Sorry, kid. Who was he, anyway? Anyone I'd know?"

"Take care out there, I'll keep it in mind, alright?"
Blowback waves as Snowfox heads out, headed to the Savers again, though Flares seems to have already been admitted. However, some others seem to be about, Berets are wandering around, headed to a few places around the base.

Greer tosses one of the I-beams at the Scriver, and watches as they scurry off. One seems to be headed further in, towards an actually completed portion, while the other three try and move about to possibly get a drop on Greer again, though there are more I-beams about.
(Give me marksmanship to try and net one with electromagnetism, or some Tech if you want to build a gadget to mess with any loose mav tech)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qv_4JMquR2o
There is a pause for Oni, and he wonders if he has been jammed, but soon metal slabs begin sliding down in front of the maverick cells, a secondary field starting over them.
"Acknowledged, Lieutenant Oni. Lifesavers are en rout as we speak. Be advised that twelve cells were damaged, headed towards the Western Security bay. You will be transferred over to a Recon officer to handle debrief and determine potential goals. Good hunting."
Vulture moves close to you, standing nearby.
"I...I'll stick with you. Safer than being alone."
Then a voice comes on your comms, and a deep rumble comes off the line.
"Name's Cleft, 5th recon. How can I help you today? Rho just sent a request through."

[TheMaddness]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qv_4JMquR2o
There is a pause for Oni, and he wonders if he has been jammed, but soon metal slabs begin sliding down in front of the maverick cells, a secondary field starting over them.
"Acknowledged, Lieutenant Oni. Lifesavers are en rout as we speak. Be advised that twelve cells were damaged, headed towards the Western Security bay. You will be transferred over to a Recon officer to handle debrief and determine potential goals. Good hunting."
Vulture moves close to you, standing nearby.
"I...I'll stick with you. Safer than being alone."
Then a voice comes on your comms, and a deep rumble comes off the line.
"Name's Cleft, 5th recon. How can I help you today? Rho just sent a request through."

Lockdown shrugs at Vulture and gestures for her to follow him, as he begins walking in the direction of the Security Bay.
"Hey there, Cleft. Got a break in down in the cells, you could help me by seeing if you can find out who this is who busted in so I can move on to liberally scattering their extremities all over the facility. The one Guard I talked to said they saw who it was. Small guy, some kind of rodent based design, possibly a mouse. Said it was carrying some kind of large melee weapon, big as me maybe. All the guards were also encased in some kind of crystal, guessing thats the same guys handiwork."
Lockdown stops at a corner and cautiously looks around it, lowering his voice. "Other then that, if you could get a list of who was in the damaged cells, that would be great. Maybe we can find out what this ones after."

[BluesEclipse]

Looks like she's already in... well, maybe I can catch her another time. For the moment, I can continue to practice... As he turns to head back to the practice range, a thought occurs to him. Though the way Blowback used it to reel in a drone... maybe there's a way to use that as an improvised weapon of sorts. I'd probably need to augment my own drone system, though... both for number of drones I can produce and something to make them more damaging. Something to think about for later, though. I need to make sure I can use the thing properly on its own first.

[Eshkigal]

Greer grabs the I beams, giving them a hard shake. Once, twice, three times, he shakes the entire structure and causes the scrivers left to fall, two landing on their backs and kicking at the sky futily. The last one bounces off his head, right onto his claw.

Moving forward, Lockdown can hear files rapidly being accessed by Cleft, before he comms back, Vulture still right behind you.
"Judging by recent captures and MO, I'd say you're looking at Crystal Mouse."
A file opens up in your peripheral, running what they have on the mav as Cleft continues.
"Now, this Mouse here has a brother, called Chaos Iguana, both mav made. Nasty sort, messes with the power output of anything within a hundred foot radius of himself. Was recently captured by a cadre of human hunters, slated for retirement soon due to being unrepentant for his crimes and nonviral, though he was still being vetted for information. That would likely be his current goal, getting his brother out before the axe comes down, though you shouldn't have to worry too much about the bigger of the two-all weapon systems would be currently codelocked, as is protocol. As for the released mavs, let's see..."
He taps into the file, pulling up several more files.
"Mostly groundbound sorts, nothing particularly special without their weapon systems available. Mainly some heavily modified hoganmers who were more range than melee, meaning they're sitting ducks long as they lack guns. There is a big guy, though, a custom who goes by Krafter. Lacks most of his big toys, but he's built like a god damn titanium bullmoose...oh, he IS a titanium bullmoose. Krafter Bullmoose. Hits hard but is slow as anything right now."

You head back to the range, and spot a large gap in the line on the range, mainly due to no one wanting to be too close. Standing at it is a red and brown elephant, large tusks pointed up and open, firing volleys of shells downrange alongside a long nose tossing grenades and a small salvo of missiles from its chest that seem to home in on the targets. Nasty combination all in all, and you note that he seems to be chewing a large cluster of optical fibers with a large grin as each blast blows more of the downrange targets away.

[Glint]

Greer looked down at the scriver. It glared back, attempting to bore a hole through him with its eyes, and not incidentally its sharpened proboscis.

With a good grip on the body, though, there wasn't anything it could really do. The legs flailed uselessly within their seventy-degree range, making nothing more than little whirs as they kicked at the air.

Ignoring its futile efforts, Greer brought his fine manipulator arm around, multijointed fingers wriggling like snakes. One pressed down on the triangular case release, another levered up the compartment, a third detached the batteries, and the fourth tripped the factory reset circuit, restoring the settings to default.

Really, it didn't take a genius to turn something off and turn it back on again. For the life of him, Greer couldn't understand why hunters kept blowing up perfectly good construction equipment.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot laughs sadly and says, "Heh...I'd be more surprised if you hadn't heard of him. He's...He was...Magna Centipede."

[ionoftheshadows]

Dante walks up and sits down at the bar *So,whats on tab?* He smirks looking at the mess that just happened before his arrival.

[TheMaddness]

[[OOC:Kinda forcing my hand here...]]
"Right, I'll head towards Iguana's cell. If im lucky, either Mouse hasnt broke him out yet, or they'll both be there." Oni explains, still on the look out for any other reploids. "I'll deal with anyone else as I meet them. If everything works out, I'll head for the exit after their taken care of to lift the lock-down and wait for reinforcements to help with cleaning up anyone who's left."

Lockdown continues leading Vulture towards the security office, until he reaches it or catches sight of a an enemy.

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox spends a minute observing the elephant as they continue their devastation of the firing range, noting that it probably is wise to keep a distance while that particular hunter is firing. As he waits, he looks to see if there is another opening at the range available aside from those near the elephant of mass destruction.

[Eshkigal]

Lockdown, as you head down the pathways, you hear a commotion from one of the side alleys. Looking down, you can see more damaged Tyr's, large beam axe blows having laid them low, as a small group of what has to be the Hoganmers try and pry any external busters and sabers free from crystallized guards. Four of them are at work gathering supplies, as another two currently work on trying to pry off plating around the cell doors to possibly free more maverick prisoners, two on the next level trying the same thing. Looking closer, they sport limbs similar to what Vulture currently has, though their torso and heads look unchanged save for additional armor and grooves that seem to be for some heavy weapons. However, one spots you, shouting to the others just as one gets a buster off the Tyr.
"****, Hunter! Take'im down!"
(Initiative, map will be inbound likely tonight or tomorrow)

Leonardo the bartender raises an eyebrow at Ocelot's brother.
"No ****? Huh, never knew he had kin. Or met him to be honest, but word gets around in the ranks enough. Still, he was a bug...man...you know what I mean, who held duty rather highly. Best I can say is you do your duty, you do right by him."
After taking a look at how you're handling your nanites, he makes another White Russian, sending it your way.
"That said, don't expect an easy ride due to a brother who used to be a commander. Everyone pulls their weight, and then some. Hell, he'd like it that way, anyway."

Greer manages to get the scriver shut down with ease, the thing going blank before staring at him. After getting the other two with a deft hand, he has the trio lined up in front of him, staring at him and awaiting commands.

As Dante sits at the oaken bar, the gruff looking gorilla of a reploid lets the protective barrier shut down in front of a wall full of kegs. However, it's a voice behind you that speaks up first.
"Quite a bit, kid. Damn, did I miss another one? Who won, Frank?"
Turning, you see a large, red, draconic framed reploid step in, towering a full head over the bartender. (http://img01.deviantart.net/a56a/i/2014/160/e/f/magma_dragoon_by_ultimatemaverickx-d7ljwuq.png) One that looks weary, like they could use a day in a recharger, as they approach the bar, carefully sitting next to Dante in a manner to not scratch the Oak as the bartender pours him a thick and heady beer that you cannot quite place, a double dose of nanites going in as it's slid over.
"Eh, Fragout here held his own alright, but it was sloppy. Would've shown him how it was done if it didn't break the rules."
That gets a chuckle out of the dragon, as he buys the quintet a round. As they drink, the winner, whose been sitting next to you, speaks up. He looks like his paint's been seared off his armor, but his body seems heavily related at least to Beret styles.
"So, don't think I've seen you before. FNG then?"

[ionoftheshadows]

*something weak then,never know when you gotta deploy* he then gives the fight winner a smirk and says *ya?what if i am?*

[Ionbound]

Ocelot smiles weakly, nods, and says, "Yeah. 'm a follow-up project. Same lab trying to replicate their success." She frowns again, though, and says, "Course, my project started before the...Incident." She sounds rather bitter as she continues, "Nowadays, I doubt anyone would touch the concept with a 10-foot-pole. But yeah. I figure...I figure the best way to make him proud is to do my job as damn well as I can." She drinks the second one rather more slowly and says, "Thanks for listenin'. I think...I think I'm gonna go sleep this off."

[Glint]

Glint looked over his gleaming army, its ranks resplendant in fresh paint, its soldiers brandishing their blades valiantly, its numbers reaching an incredible total of three. Each member been equipped with a buily duct-tape racing stripe - Octopodes would have to try a hell of a lot harder to pull the batteries out of them now.

What would a foreman do in this situation? Go find out who was responsible, and give them what could be euphemized as an early retirement.

Or was that what a hunter would do? Whatever.

Greer ordered his shining horde to spread out and go before him, keeping watch as he made his way to the next room, heading in the direction of the completed area, following the sole retreating enemy Scriver.

If there were any other booby traps or mechanaloids, the Scrivers would either trip them, or spot them.

Actually, his new minions needed names... Phillip, Allen, and Robertson seemed good enough.

[MichaelGoldclaw]

Noticing the weak point for the swordfish to wreck the Bismark, Carolina moves back into the ship and looks at all the electronics. It was about time she got to break stuff like this. She began to wreck up the place, punching and kicking all the electronics and other things before making a mad dash out of the ship.

[Eshkigal]

Moving in, Carolina takes handfuls of expensive, heavy, and above all IMPORTANT looking machinery, ripping them apart as emergency klaxons blare above her. There are numerous shudders as she works her way into the device, explosions behind her as sensitive devices overload, and then the thru of the grav plate beneath her coughs and sputters out. The vessel begins to lurch to the right, the floor slowly becoming walls as, while she watches from within, the vessel capsizes. Another plate strains to keep the vessel afloat, but seems to be losing the battle, and the hole beneath her fills with water. Nothing threatening to her, really, just inconvenient due to not being built to really move well underwater. From above, the sounds of mavericks screaming can be heard even above the klaxons.

Greer, if those tiny little mechaniloids could salute, they would. However, Greer was understanding, knowing he hadn't installed tiny hands for them to do such. Heading into the more complete building, you slowly look around, trying to figure out where the fourth went, when something drops on Allen, bouncing off harmlessly. Taking a closer look, it seems to be the remains of the fourth scriver, body crushed and broken. Poor Allen, to have been draped in the remains of one of his brothers!
(Perception and tech rolls-if you want to fix it there will be another tech roll)

Leonardo nods to Ocelot, waving her off.
"Right then, take care kid."
Wearily and drunkenly, Ocelot makes her way to her rather barren room. So quiet, so bare. So lonely. She tries to fumble her charging chair open, before the next thing she knows, she's waking up curled up on top of the shell, head no longer swimming from the nanites. Well, at least she didn't actually need recharging yet.

Snowfox, without having engaged the elephant in the room, as it were, you fire off more rounds at targets.
(If you want to work on marksmanship, give me more rolls. Also take time to fluff it. How much of your ammo you want to expend is up to you.)

(Madd, you go first. Map is here (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1T2mYWEkp1qCqpHCOaIcJ42Ov_ozkp0CeiBV-VWKELOg/edit#gid=1073951837))

Dragoon smiles before downing one of his own drinks, as Dante is given a beer in a glass-Weissebier, German make. Meanwhile, Fragout slaps down on your shoulder a couple times.
"Means you gotta brawl with an officer today, kid! Since Dragoon's the only one in here though, he's giving himself a nice little handicap for you. As for drunk, well, don't worry about getting ****ed up. Frank here has a whole damn tank of Liquid Nitrogen for clearing that out fast. Feels like you just got your veins frozen, but it does the trick."

Meanwhile, in the repair bay of the Ninth, a new hero rises, though even now he doubts himself. Elysion, former weakest of the Weissreiter, former weakest S rank ever on record, currently under evaluation for proper ranking as the lifesavers reattach his plating after fixing up the damage from Vienna. Bad enough that the Crusher Pack had to be sent home for repairs after some whackjob custom discboy fried half of it with a sniper rifle when he had been helping his new comrades drop buildings on top of convoys. Bad enough that he had to be saved by a squad of Berets with him, driving off the custom sniper with their own tactics. Only reason he was here right now was those four, and from what he heard they had gone back out but never made it back when he was taken out.
Soon, though, the lifesaver was done, reattaching his chest plates and tapping him on the side to get him out of his meditations.
"You're good to go, son. Commander sent me a message, said he wanted to have a talk with you."

[GunDAMN]

"Can't imagine why." muttered Elysion. Truth be told, he had some idea; his performance in Vienna was spotty at best, and rather poor at worst.

Ever since his reassignment and effective demotion from S-Rank to a "tentative" A Rank officer of the 9th Unit Rangers, he'd been in a funk. Doubting his capabilities. Second guessing his decisions... and now a squadron of Berets paid the price for his... inadequacy. Making his way out of the repair bay, he cursed softly. They'd been his responsibility. It had been his job to lead them and make sure they'd make it out of that mess alive. Not only had he been disabled by that ludicrous custom job of a discboy, his team had gone back out into that chaos, undoubtedly meeting a grisly end.

He was fortunate enough to have familiarized himself with the layout of the Ninth's base of operations at this point, and soon enough, he found his way to their commander's office. He knocked on the door three times, and waited for Commander Shock Scorpion to call him in. Taking his seat opposite the Commander, he exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding until that point.

"... You wanted to see me, sir?"

[Glint]

"Lousy maintenance guys can't even catch a defective scriver. Gonna fire the lot of them" Greer said, to nobody in particular. He picked it up, waving it around. He'd call this one hex. No, that was a dumb name. Frearson. "Look at this! Just look at it. These things aren't cheap, you know."

Still, he could probably fix poor Frearson up, with enough duct tape.

[BluesEclipse]

Snowfox steps up to the range, taking a moment to charge before firing a salvo of the missiles straight forward - just to give himself a good idea of how they spread when left to their own devices. After seeing the spread, he begins trying to direct it into specific paths - firing one salvo that spreads into a wide vertical line, another in a horizontal, then firing a missile and directing it to spread in a diamond pattern with a hole in the center. Charging another volley, he then releases the two missiles and watches them burst into the cluster rockets, the smaller missiles converging in the center of the diamond with a series of impacts and leaving a frosty crater in the wall. He then nods to himself, and fires another pair of cluster missiles, directing the spreads in opposing diagonals to create an X-shaped blast area. Taking stock of his remaining charges, he decides not to use any more of the missiles - just in case he's needed, it would be wise to make sure he doesn't deplete his best weapon entirely.

1st Volley (Basic Spread)
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]

2nd Volley (Vertical Line)
[roll4]
[roll5]
[roll6]
[roll7]

3rd Volley (Horizontal Line)
[roll8]
[roll9]
[roll10]
[roll11]

4th Volley (Diamond)
[roll12]
[roll13]
[roll14]
[roll15]

5th Volley (Focus Fire)
[roll16]
[roll17]
[roll18]
[roll19]
[roll20]
[roll21]
[roll22]
[roll23]

6th Volley (X)
[roll24]
[roll25]
[roll26]
[roll27]
[roll28]
[roll29]
[roll30]
[roll31]

[Eshkigal]

Snowfox, looking at your reserves and around, you do notice that there is a charging bay for such things if you so choose it. However, looking back at the pillars of ice rising from the wastes of the range, the patterns from where they hit, the small cluster, you feel you have gotten a bit more used to the heat you're packing.
(+1 marksmanship)

Before even the second knock, Elysion is called to.
"Enter."
Slowly opening the door, the sight that greets you would be almost comical, if it weren't your CO. Seven feet tall when standing, the tan war reploid slowly types at a screen with two oversized claws, being careful to not pierce the screen with any errant tap or fry it as a light flicker of electricity arcs from the end of a wicked stinger to a pack upon his back, muttering something about nothing being built for people without hands. As you enter, he types a last line in before pushing the slate he was on away to a side.
"First tour in the Rangers and you get to see something like Vienna. Damn rough, ain't it."
He slowly pushes his chair away, rising up to stand before you.
"Now, there is an official reason, and an unofficial reason that I have called you in. One relates to how you got a bit of the new officer smell fried off. So, first off, do you understand why you've been sent to my command, lieutenant?"

Greer, poking around in the remains, you notice something blinking in it. With a practiced flick, honed from plenty of autopsies on mavs with a delayed self destruct, you flick the thing out, turning it over a few times before cutting a choice wire. Seemed someone had planted what seems to be a small jug full of gas-smell tells you it's Saidos, a common component in anti plasma coating-rigged to a small explosive. Jury rigged paintbomb, eh?
Regardless, putting the jug down, you take a few minutes on the newly dubbed Frearson. It takes a couple minutes, and the result isn't pretty, but soon, a shiny ball of ductape is set down, one eye able to still peer about as a tiny hole is left. The legs wobble a bit, but the scriver hops forward after being put down, legs extending out of the gigantic ball of duct tape it was covered in, as the mechaniloid joined it's brothers in hopping about. Peering back up though, you can just spot as a tentacle slowly slide it's way back into hiding four stories above, the same grey as the i beams around it.

[GunDAMN]

"Well sir... as far as I've been made aware, it was due to the fact I was deemed to lack the skills warranting an S-Rank designation, and by extension, a place among the Weissritter." notes Elysion. "In light of that, after much deliberation by the higher-ups, I was reassigned with a 'tentative' A-Rank designation, and a place amongst the 9th Unit Rangers."

"Beyond that, I couldn't say. I'm starting to think that I might not even be a fit for the 9th, either." admits Elysion after a moment of silence. "I wasn't designed with stealth operations and infiltration in mind, sir. Or at the very least, none of my weaponry is. Individually, my weaponry might make me more suitable as an operative of the 14th, the 15th, or the 1st... but me? Down to the bare bones... I'm not sure where I fit in as a Hunter. Apparently, I'm not even fit as a personal guard."

At that, Elysion's shoulders sag somewhat. It was no secret that the former Weissritter's demotion and reassignment weighed heavily upon him. Designed as, and intended to be an S-Rank Reploid, only for the cold realization to set in; that he lacked the one thing that made an S-Rank what they were... skill. A modular general purpose prototype, outperformed by his bretheren designed for singular purposes; if only because of that fact. He was literally the embodiment of the term "Jack of all trades, master of none".

Realizing that he was still in the same room as his current CO, he shifted to attention and snapped off a halfhearted salute.

"... Sorry sir. You called me here for a reason, and all I've done is mope. Please continue."

[Eshkigal]

Shock seems to eye you as you fall into your depression, staying silent for the moment it takes for you to realize where you were.
"You fit in here better than you realize. Lieutenant, you're here because we can teach you how to most effectively put those skills to use, in what manner, and routinely have missions where each of your skillsets will come into play. Even as you are now, unarmed as it were."
He looks directly at you, eye to eye.
"You were trained as a bodyguard. You were trained to protect key positions, to guard intelligence and personnel at all cost. You were built adaptable, and we will teach you how to best use that knowledge and that technology to use. You will be a heavy hitter called in to either give screening fire or heavy artillery, the demolitionist who lets us use the terrain more to our advantage, and you will be recon, gathering intelligence and applying it with your knowledge of likely tactics that we can use to break the mavericks hold with minimal casualties. Others specialize to have a quarter of the skillset you have, many in our own ranks, and we will teach you how to best utilize each."
He taps a button on his desk with his tail, and a hologram of a large, spindly spider maverick comes on, thin and gaunt body framed by four long limbs tipped with adjustable ports. One eye seems to have a number of focusing lenses arranged around it, as the spider's normal eight eyes would be arranged behind mandibles dripping from strange injection devices, the dark brown and tan reploid staring out as the hologram slowly rotates.
"Which is why we start here. Half an hour ago, one of the second managed to trace this sonovabitch back to a base. Goes by Vagabond Spider, due to how he normally travels about from maverick camp to maverick camp with a small force of military reploids. He specializes in data extraction and torture, tends to not get his hands dirty directly in combat. However, he's gotten sloppy. We finally found one of his lairs, though we were too slow to stop him from gaining another victim, and Command wants you to turn this f***er into scrap."

[GunDAMN]

"Judging from the way this guy looks, he's quick on his feet, would be nasty at close range if he had any actual talent for it, but probably has tissue paper quality armor..." muses Elysion, shifting gears as he was being briefed on the mission, the pep talk having done its job.

"As long as I can keep a bead on him, the Assault Pack's shoulder mounted LMGs and their high rate of fire should be able to tear the Mav to shreds, while the Kinetic Cannon buster attachments should be able to keep him at range if he decide to get up close and personal..." he muttered, his brow furrowing. They were putting a lot of faith in him, despite his poor showing in Vienna. They wanted him to be the one to scrap this Vagabond Spider, not anyone else. It'd likely be difficult fighting through however many enemy 'loids the Mav would have with him while Elysion had the admittedly cumbersome Assault Pack equipped, but not impossible. After ruminating on the chances of success in his head, which came to somewhere between "dicey" and "fairly likely", he nodded to himself, decision made.

"Understood, sir. I'll need the Assault Pack prepped and equipped, but otherwise, I should be good to go in no time at all."

[Glint]

Hmm... Phillip, Frearson, Robertson and Allen. That was four scrivers. One of them was still running around. Call him Bristol.

And he knew it was running around, and octopodes knew he knew, and he knew octopodes knew, but octopodes didn't know he knew octopodes knew.


"Gonna have to track down the last of these bastards myself," Greer muttered at a soft eighty decibels. "Must have tried to tighten a bolt on the other one and knocked it off the beams. Can't trust these European designs.

He scooped up his four minions, sticking them onto his chassis with a little bit of magnetics, and agilely jumped from beam to beam, like a gorilla on the tightropes, covered in kiwi birds. Kiwi birds with glue-on mohawk toupees.

"Now where the heck did that scriver go?" he asked himself. "Can't let it keep dropping beams and sending our schedule to hell.

He followed in Octopode's the scriver's wake, minions hopping along in time to his muttered curses.

[TheMaddness]

Lockdown, as you head down the pathways, you hear a commotion from one of the side alleys. Looking down, you can see more damaged Tyr's, large beam axe blows having laid them low, as a small group of what has to be the Hoganmers try and pry any external busters and sabers free from crystallized guards. Four of them are at work gathering supplies, as another two currently work on trying to pry off plating around the cell doors to possibly free more maverick prisoners, two on the next level trying the same thing. Looking closer, they sport limbs similar to what Vulture currently has, though their torso and heads look unchanged save for additional armor and grooves that seem to be for some heavy weapons. However, one spots you, shouting to the others just as one gets a buster off the Tyr.
"****, Hunter! Take'im down!"

A devilish grin comes over Lockdown's face just as the protective faceguard snaps into place over his lower jaw. "Stay out of fire till you can grab a weapon," he calls back over his shoulder to Vulture as he begins rushing straight at the attackers, " Im going to have to show some people why no one escapes from MY PRISON!"
As He comes into range, Oni Raises his Buster as it begins to glow pale blue, and shoots a Lockdown Cuff towards the nearest armed maverick, discharging a ring of blue energy with a comet-like tail. With his free hand, he grasps his Beam Tetsubo as a multitude of energy spikes appear over the weapons surface.

[Ionbound]

Ocelot yawns as she wakes up, then grumbles as she uncurls from atop her charging station and rubs her head, muttering, "Jeez...Shouldn't have gotten drunk." She sighs and heads out of her door, trying to face the day with a happy face on.